“This is the Malachai? (Jericho)In all his pain in the ass glory. (Acheron)Are we through now, Dad? Can I go play with my friends if I promise to be a good boy? I’ll even try and make it home by curfew. (Nick)”

“Nick glowered at Ash. "Are we through now, Dad? Can I go play with my friends if I promise to be a good boy? I'll even try and make it home by curfew." Ash laughed evilly. "Oh, absolutely, son. In fact, here come your new playmates now.”

“Gee, thanks Dad. I promise to be a good boy and play nice with the other kids.(Kyrian)Smart ass.(Julian)Better than a dumb ass.(Kyrian)”

“That’s why I have Jericho, Jared, and Zarek. (Acheron)Psycho-ass? You’re bringing Psycho-ass back? (Nick)That’s Mister Psycho-ass to you, punk. (Zarek)”

“You, psycho-ass, and Talon, I’ll cover, but not him. (Nick)Psycho-ass? Hmm, I like that. (Zarek)Nick– (Acheron)It’s all right, Greek. I would rather die than have his plebeian help anyway. (Valerius)Make that three votes, then. I would rather he died, too. Now all together, let’s vote this asshole off the island. (Zarek)”

“I’ll take him outside and beat him for making my girl cry. (Acheron)Really? (Kat)Absolutely. Forget medieval, I’ll break Atlantean on his ass, and you’ve seen what a ticked-off Atlantean god can do. Makes Hannibal Lecter look like a crybaby. (Acheron)”

“Nick, space. Now. (Acheron)Go, Nick, fetch. Here, boy, here. You should let me borrow one of those leather collars you wear and give me a tag with Kyrian’s number on it. ‘In case of loss, call my owner.’ (Nick)”