“Your mama-akra sent that to you, akri, to hurt the heathen-god. Now it’s Dimonique time. The Simi can’t be bothered we no Greek god messing with the one who pays the plastic bills. Can the Simi have that black metal card she loves so much? (Simi)”

“Oh, see then, the Simi is not in trouble. I just kill the Greek god and all’s fine. (Simi)You can’t kill a Greek god, Simi. It’s not allowed. (Acheron)There you go again, akri, saying no to the Simi. Don’t eat that, Simi. Don’t kill that, Simi. Stay here, Simi. Go to Katoteros, Simi, and wait for me to call you. I don’t like being told no, akri. (Simi)”

“Oh, pooh, you’re just like akri. No, Simmi, don’t be breathing fire around the flammable objects or small children. Except for that black plastic card that’s not really plastic. It some metal thing, but the Simi loves it cause it let her buy everything she want without limit. He never say no to Simi when she use it. Oh, hello, there, Fang. You okay? You looking kind of peaked or piqued or…? Oh, heck, the Simi can never keep those straight. (Simi)”

“Simi? You got some free time? (Kat)Of course I do. You know akri on Olympus with that heifer-goddess I want to eat, but he won’t let the Simi have no dinner. So why you calling me, little akra-kitty? (Simi)”

“Why are you so sad, akri? (Simi)I’m not sad, Simi. (Acheron)Yes you are. I know you, akri, you gots that pain in your heart like the Simi gets whenever she cries. (Simi)”

“Akri? Can I keep him? See, he good eating. Lots of fat on this one. (Simi)No, Simi. You can’t keep the baby. His mother would miss him. (Acheron)But he want to go home with the Simi. He said so. (Simi)No, Simi. (Acheron)No Simi, no food. Nag, nag, nag. (Simi)”