“Death is just a new beginning…at least in my religion. And extreme inebriation seriously helps. (Syn)”

“Was there much damage done to your ship? (Nykyrian)No, not really. Just enough to seriously piss me off and ruin my suckass day. (Syn)”

“What now? (Shahara)I’m thinking. (Syn)Could you think a little quicker? (Shahara)You’re not helping. (Syn)You’re lucky you’re still breathing and not limping. (Shahara)”

“You have some severe mental problem I need to be aware of, don’t you? (Shahara)Just because I eat babies for breakfast and pick my teeth with their bones doesn’t mean I’m nuts. (Syn)Any other weird habits I should be aware of? (Shahara)Just my need to dance naked in the streets under the light of a full moon. (Syn)”

“There’s an old Ritadarion saying. You’re never more alive than when you walk hand in hand with death. (Syn)”

“(He took a drink of the juice and cursed.)What is this shit? Poison? (Syn)You can’t live on alcohol. (Nykyrian)Wanna bet? (Syn)Wanna die? Drink it and quit bitching. (Nykyrian)You know, you’re a little hairy to be my mother. (Syn)”

“Put something in your stomach to absorb the alcohol before you spontaneously combust from the fumes. (Nykyrian)Yeah, it’d be a damn shame to blow my internal organs all over your new shirt.(Syn)”