“It’s a sun lamp. I thought you might be tired of your pasty-pale complexion. (Chris)Christopher, I happen to be a Viking in the middle of winter in Minnesota. Lack of a deep tan goes with the whole Nordic territory. Why do you think we raided Europe anyway? (Wulf)Because it was there? (Chris)No, we wanted to thaw out. (Wulf)”
“I’ll go and help. (Chris)What are we supposed to do with you, Chris? Lob you at them? (Wulf)”
“Chris would disagree with you. (Wulf)I think Chris would disagree with a signpost. (Cassandra)”
“And yet you live. (Wulf)Ever the better to procreate for you. It’s a hell of a life. (Chris)”
“Then why can’t I bully you into procreating? (Wulf)See! I’m the only human in history to have Viking yenta of his very own. God, how I wish my father had been a fertile man. (Chris)”
“So you guys fought some Daimons, huh? Wish I could. Wulf goes nuts if I even pick up a butter knife. (Chris)”