“What do you want exactly? (Fang)An end to the mistreatment of small, fluffy dust bunnies. (Thorn)”

“I think zombies are kind of cute.”“Seriously?”“I may be thinking about bunnies. Which one has the fluffy little tail, zombies or bunnies?”“Bunnies.”“Then it’s bunnies I’m thinking of.”

“why don't you just get the bunny slippers with fangs Myrin?”

“It is a strange thing," he thought, "to be an old god. They worship you, and yet they mistreat you. If you do not want to do what they wish, they make you. It is not fair.”

“We don’t want civilians walking around who know about us. Got it? (Tee)Wow, you’re like a ferocious bunny, aren’t you? (Nathan)Worse. A bunny can be fluffy sometimes. Tee always goes for the throat. Trust me. I’m her partner and she’s shot me three times now. (Joe)”

“Sometimes the fluffy bunny of incredulity zooms round the bend so rapidly that the greyhound of language is left, agog, in the starting cage.”