“You look so out of your element. (Savitar)I am out of my element. Much like you in a Seattle Goth club. (Acheron)I’m never out of my element, Atlantean. And it must be dire indeed to get you in shorties, and on a board. One day I’m actually going to get you to say ‘Rad four-mill steamer, dude! (Savitar)”

“I’m going to be exposed, aren’t I? (Acheron)I don’t know. You planning on dropping your pants around me? If so, warn me first. I don’t want to go blind. (Savitar)”

“And I’m calling in a favor. (Savitar)Sav, you can’t keep doing this. I’m running out of places to put the bodies. (Takeshi)”

“Because I cursed him to it. (Acheron)Be glad I’m not physically there or I’d slap you upside the head. You know how free will works, so stop the whining and get off the cross. Someone needs the wood. (Savitar)”

“I’m stuck fighting. (Acheron)You’re stuck fighting. But you’re welcome to come share my beach any time you get tired of the brawl. (Savitar)Save me a spot. If this blows up in my face, I’ll be back with my tail forever tucked between my legs. (Acheron)”

“He held up his hands in surrender. “I’m not here to start trouble. I am just doing some research for my thesis.”“If you don’t get out of this bar, you are going to be writing your thesis via Ouija board.”