“Your father wasn’t a positive influence on you, was he? (Simone)Being the god of nightmares, he wasn’t a warm fuzzy bunny. Unless you count Happy Bunny. Amazingly the two of them have a lot in common…And I have to say that I’ve developed a fondness for that pissy rodent. (Xypher)”

“He walks in daylight. But, like a demon, he’s weaker then. He seems to have the powers of a god, but no followers. What would you call him? (Xypher)I wouldn’t call him anything that didn’t make him deliriously happy. (Simone)”

“And you are? (Xypher)Pissed off. You wrecked my car, shoved me around, and are a complete and utter dickhead! (Simone)Dear God, what a mouthful – your mom must have really wanted a son. Mind if I call you ‘Pissed’ for short? The rest of that is just too much to say every time I want your attention. (Xypher)”

“Fine. I’m a Skotos (Xypher)That means what? You have toe jam? (Simone)”

“What made you so unforgiving? (Simone)Be grateful that you have the luxury of asking me that question. Pray to whatever god you worship that you’ll always be ignorant. (Xypher)”

“They’ll come for me if I help you, and no offense, no one has ever bled for me, so I’m not about to bleed for anyone else. You can all go to hell for what I care. I’ve done enough helping. You’ve already brought Zebulon down on my ass and now the Dolophoni. It took me centuries to reach an impasse with them and I like our cold war a little too much to jeopardize it for you. (Solin)...He’s a fuzzy-little-bunny guy, isn’t he? (Geary)”

“You have to sleep sometime. (Xypher)So do you. (Julian)Down, boys, down. Please, I just want to be free before I get testosterone poisoning. (Simone)”