“Those swords are mine! Touch them and I’ll use ‘em to slice off your nut sack! For a coin purse!”

“He shot to his feet, faced off against her. "No more mercy for ye, Valkyrie." Holding nothing back, he launched a haymaker at her head.She ducked and laughed. "That accent you work so hard to hide is coming out! Are ye feckin' Oirish this time? Eh, boyo?" She leapt atop his desk, punting the side of his head. "Those swords are mine! Touch them, and I'll use 'em to slice off your nutsack! For a coin purse!”

“I don’t blame you for being upset, Sera. But what you need to be doing is getting pissed as fuck and then stab him in the nut sack with those killer stilettos.” I look up at my best friend, Adam, and see the empathy in his eyes. “Fuck it! I’ll stab him in the nuts, and then gouge his eyes out. Girl, I’ll be the…the fucking Nut Slayer!”

“Girls like you want to cut guy's nuts off and hang 'em from your rearview mirror.”

“What, not coins in the bank? Does your purse hang as flaccid as a gelding's scrotum?”

“Is he nuts?""I think the expression used to be 'touched by God'.""So that would be a yes.”