“I can’t touch him. (Jared)Well, don’t you suck. (Stryker)Oh, believe me, I couldn’t agree more. Just be grateful it’s not contagious. (Jared)”

“One of the lambs fixed its attention on Jared. “Baa,” it flirted. “Boo,” said Jared.“Oh my God, Jared. Don’t tough-talk the lambs.”"It was giving me a funny look.”

“Looks like I missed a party. Good. I wasn’t really in the mood to off demons this evening. Haven’t had my coffee yet. (Jared)You drink coffee? (Stryker)No, but it was my pathetic attempt at humor. (Jared)”

“How do you know that? (Stryker)I know everything. I feel every heartbeat in the universe. Hear every scream for mercy and feel every tear of pain. (Jared)”

“What is he? Your personal lie detector? (Stryker)Something like that. (Zephyra)Why don’t you tell him the truth? I’m your pet dog you keep chained up so he won’t piss on your floor. (Jared)”

“I followed Jared outside and eyes the slick, black beauty parked on the curb. “What is that?” Jared sighed. “It’s a Vulcan.” “Weird. I thought it was a motorcycle.” I smiled, but Jared didn’t find the humor in my words. I put up my hand and separated my fingers into a ‘V’. “Live long and…no?” I shook my head, seeing that Jared was in no mood for jokes.”