“Hey, Brother, did you know?You were one corrupt,Perfectly white flowerYearning for it's own reflectionIn the calm waters...”

“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)”

“The argument is that Black History Month dwells too much on the downside of white America's relationship to its brothers of African heritage, slavery and torture and the like, and ignores the work of all the good white folk through the years who were nice to black people (did you know it was a white teacher who first suggested George Washington Carver study horticulture?).”

“Did you know?" I snarled. "Did you help take my father and corrupt my life?”

“Hey, you know I might not be perfect! But I'm a wonderful work in progress!”

“Corrupt my brother, will you? I'll see you in hell first, sir.”