“Back the fuck off fluffy!”

“and if you think thats what i'd do you can fuck off back.”

“Hey, let’s give her some space. Get back to the game, guys,” Chris says. Thank God for him, just this once. “And cheerleading. Get back to that, too.” No one moves. “Okay, fuck off, basically, is what I’m saying. Fuck off!”

“I'm going to draw whoever it is off so you can go back to the dorms and fuck yourselves.”

“I got you this. I held out the brown, fluffy bear. To replace Burt. I pulled his eyes off and everything.”

“Yes, you do. And when you find yourself back in Kalosis in a few seconds with a wide-eyes Trates and a pissed-off Stryker, remember that I’m watching you and that the Weres are off-limits in this game. You want to fuck with Artemis, fuck with Artemis. You want to fuck with me…make out your will. (Savitar)”