“Well", Fang said, mimicking a thick Southern drawl. "I must say its mighty nice of them Daimons to clean up after themselves when you kill them" He held his hands up to them. "Look Ma, no mess.""Does Fang have an off switch?" Talon asked Vane.”

“Well, I have to say it’s mighty nice of them Daimons to clean up after themselves when you kill them. It’s much better than slaying an Arcadian. (He held his hands up to them.) Look, Ma, no mess. (Fang)Does Fang have an off switch? (Talon)(Looking a bit apologetic, Vane shook his head no.)”

“Does Fang have an off switch? Talon asked Vane.”

“Fang, I think you better stop or Talon might turn you into a wolf kabob. (Vane)”

“What? It's not my fault I stab all the fanged people. They shouldn't look like Daimons. (Tabitha)I didn't look like a Daimon, but you stabbed me. (Valerius)Yeah, well, you looked like a lawyer so I had to kill you. It was a moral imperative. (Tabitha)”

“Hey dickhead, you should know something. You attack my brother, you really piss me off. (Vane)Hot damn, Daimon food. Hey Vane, you want the white meat or dark? (Fang)How about I grab one leg, you grab the other and we make a wish and pull? (Vane)”