“Oh no, hon we were too late. Tiger-boy done pissed down the wrong honey tree and got all the bees, or in this case, bears, going wild. (Fury)”

“You can’t smell shite in this cesspit of cheap alcohol, oversprayed perfume, and animal stench. (Dare)Oh see, there you’re wrong. I live in this cesspit. Picking out the scent of shit is my specialty, and, Brother, you reek of it. So if I were you, I’d tell me what you did, or I’m going to turn you in to the Peltier bears. (Fury)”

“I’m not putting my faith or life in anyone’s hands. All that ever got me was screwed, and my ass is currently sore from it. (Wren)Nice imagery there, tiger. Graphic. Ever think of writing children’s books? (Fury)”

“It’s for Carson. (Margery)And I repeat what I said. Just what I need, a bunch of drunk fucks working on me. Remind me not to do anything stupid tonight. Oh wait, I’m here. Too late for that warning, huh? (Fury)”

“I take it that didn’t go well. (Cassandra)About like walking into a bear cave covered in honey. (Wulf)”

“You want to start some shit, boy? Let’s go outside. (Devyn)Oh, good. I’m just in time for another round of Grand Testosterone Overdose. Ooooh, Alix, Claira…anyone got popcorn? Or maybe I should get Taryn? Then we could insult his manhood and watch him pop a gasket, too. (Zarina)”

“I still don’t see why we were fighting when you could have just kicked their asses without us. (Fury)Because I believe in giving everyone a fighting chance…until they piss me off. Bringing in reinforcements was Stryker’s mistake. (Acheron)And be glad it wasn’t yours. I know I’m thrilled it wasn’t mine. Acheron. When it absolutely, positively must be destroyed overnight. (Fury)”