“And just remember, kids, three out of four demons all prefer barbecue sauce over hemoglobin." (Simi)”

“three out of four demons prefer barbeque sauce over hemoglobin”

“The Simi gots some barbecue sauce in her bag. It kind of looks like blood if you squint at it the right way. And it don’t coagulate between your teeth like blood or give you them funky burps, not to mention it tastes a lot better too. Especially over that type A stuff. Bleh! I’d rather eat my shoes. But that O-flavored blood…yum! (She straightened and held one finger up in a gesture that strangely reminded him of Smokey the Bear.) And just remember, kids, three out of four demons all prefer barbecue sauce over hemoglobin. (Simi)”

“Do you like kids?Only with barbecue sauce.”

“You are such an optimist. My Spidey-sense is tingling all over the place. (Tory)That’s from eating the ice cream. Relax. (Acheron)Relax. Trust me. It’ll be all right. Isn’t that how I ended up dead? (Danger)Stop feeding her anxiety. (Acheron)Anxiety. The Simi’s never eaten that before. Is that tasty? (Simi)Not really. (Danger)Oh. Maybe we should put barbecue sauce on it. Everything’s better with barbecue. (Simi)”

“(The baby sneezed. Wulf jumped as fire shot out of its nostrils and almost singed his leg.)Excuse me. I almost made Dark-Hunter barbecue, which would be really sad ‘cause I ain’t got no barbecue sauce with me. (Simi)”