“So is there any part of you that’s not a lethal weapon? (Kiara)No. Even my wits are sharpened. (Nykyrian)”

“So what’s your favorite Synism? (Kiara)Duwad. (Nykyrian)Which means? (Kiara)You’re not old enough for me to answer that. Hell, I’m not even old enough to say it. (Nykyrian)”

“Just out of curiosity, how many weapons are in that thing? (Kiara)Enough to make me happy. (Nykyrian)”

“Don’t you like them? (Nykyrian)Did you see the price? (Kiara)I’m more than capable of supplying you with several wardrobes from here. (Nykyrian)But– (Kiara)But nothing, mu Tara. Start shoping. (Nykyrian)This really isn’t– (Kiara)Kiara. Buy clothes or go naked. Personally, naked works for me. (Nykyrian)Fine. When you’re homeless and bankrupt, remember I tried to stop you. (Kiara)”

“So long as you’re not a snap, you’re safe. (Nykyrian)Snap…Syn used that term. (Kiara)Single. Naïve. Amateur. Person. (Nykyrian)”

“(Kiara having a sever panic attack.)Kiara? Hauk wears women’s underwear. (Nykyrian)Come again? (Kiara)Hauk wears women’s underwear. Pink and really girly. You know, one of those skimpy things that tucks into the crack of his fat ass. (Nykyrian)”

“I think we both need to work on our communication skills. (Kiara)I tried that once. (Nykyrian)And? (Kiara)Darling told me that I could never hold a job as a suicide counselor or hostage negotiator. He said my failure rate would become the stuff of legends. (Nykyrian)”