“The Simi gots some barbecue sauce in her bag. It kind of looks like blood if you squint at it the right way. And it don’t coagulate between your teeth like blood or give you them funky burps, not to mention it tastes a lot better too. Especially over that type A stuff. Bleh! I’d rather eat my shoes. But that O-flavored blood…yum! (She straightened and held one finger up in a gesture that strangely reminded him of Smokey the Bear.) And just remember, kids, three out of four demons all prefer barbecue sauce over hemoglobin. (Simi)”

“And just remember, kids, three out of four demons all prefer barbecue sauce over hemoglobin." (Simi)”

“three out of four demons prefer barbeque sauce over hemoglobin”

“You are such an optimist. My Spidey-sense is tingling all over the place. (Tory)That’s from eating the ice cream. Relax. (Acheron)Relax. Trust me. It’ll be all right. Isn’t that how I ended up dead? (Danger)Stop feeding her anxiety. (Acheron)Anxiety. The Simi’s never eaten that before. Is that tasty? (Simi)Not really. (Danger)Oh. Maybe we should put barbecue sauce on it. Everything’s better with barbecue. (Simi)”

“I would like to barbecue those Olympian gods. They are very tasty. One day, I’m going to eat that redheaded goddess, too. (Simi)She doesn’t like Artemis. (Astrid)The Simi hates her, but akri says, ‘No, Simi, you can’t kill Artemis. Behave, Simi, don’t shoot fire at her, don’t make her bald, Simi.’ No, no, no. It’s all I hear. I don’t like that word. ‘No.’ It even sounds evil. The Simi tends to barbecue anyone dumb enough to say it to her. But not akri. He’s allowed to say no to me; I just don’t like it when he does. (Simi)”

“What are you talking about? Are you for real? (Nick)What do you mean? The Simi’s not turning invisible again, is she? Ooo, that would be bad. I promised akri I wouldn’t do that no more in public places. But sometimes the Simi can’t help it. Kind of like putting barbecue sauce on salads. It’s just mandatory and reflexive ‘cause you gots to kill the taste of the ick rabbit food. (Simi)”