“Quite a crowd tonight, Gin. Usually, it's just you and Finn."I shrugged. "What can I say? I seem to attract minions wherever I go these days. Kind of like the Pied Piper."Behind me, Finn huffed out his displeasure. "Minion? I am most certainly not a mere minion. Head minion, perhaps. At the very least.”
“The problem with having evil minions is that minions are stupid.”
“Some days it just feels like I'm here for the shoes and the eternal hope that I shall be issued minions.”
“The Quit Man cometh, his minion at his heels.”
“More minions!” he shouted. “Come to me!”That couldn’t be good. Another round of giant crocs and we’d be dead.Why don’t we get minions? I complained to Horus, but he didn’t answer.”
“Vampires don't live at all," she points out, "neither do we." She has me there. "Fine, I'll go. But when Kurt leads his minions in a march around the cemetary with our heads on sticks, don't say I didn't warn you.”