“Ooo, he’s snotty. I like him already. (Tee)”

“Yeah, well, he’s still on Dark-Hunter payroll, so tell him to keep his phone turned on. (Talon)Ooo. Getting testy in your fierce nakedness. (Kyrian)”

“You know, I could fire you. I could even arrange to get you killed. Or kill you myself. (Joe)Ooo, big scary threat. That might hold water if it wasn’t for the fact that I know how much you hate paperwork. (Tee)”

“Ooo, let’s see, I need to get my spicy barbecue sauce. Definitely some oven mitts, ‘cause he’s gonna be hot from being flame-broiled. I need to get a couple of them apple trees to make wood chips so the meat be nice and appley tasting. Give it that extra yumminess, ‘cause I don’t like that Daimon flavor. Ack! (Simi)”

“Oh, gross! Zombie goo. (Caleb)Ooo, I wonder if it tastes like chicken? What do you think? (Simi)I think I’m never eating guacamole again as long as I live. (Caleb)”

“He’s not lying. I can assure you, he’s part fish. Jacques Cousteau has nothing on him. Aquaman, either. (Solin)”

“You are so vicious. (Tee)Hence the nickname. (Syd)You know it’s bad when you make me look like Glinda the Good Witch, right? (Tee)Just call me Elphaba. But don’t drop a house on me, ‘kay? (Syd)”