Sorrow Spares No One, And Scars Respect

So I Conjured One Of The Brokers And Promised Him My Soul If He’d Protect Her. (zephyra) You Can’t Do That. Only A Demon Can. (stryker) You’re Such A Brainiac, Baby. And To Think, I Thought I Married You For Those Amazing Abs. Who Knew All That Brainpower Was Buried Under Those Bulging Biceps? (zephyra)

All Right." He Straightened Up And Seemed To Be True To His Promise To Let It Go. "i Will Be A Man About This." That Lasted Until He Saw The Scratches On The Hood From The Mountain Lion And The Front Fender, Where Abigail Had Dragged It Off The Driveway. Wailing, He Went To It And Sank To His Knees. He Sprawled Over The Hood And Laid His Head On The Damaged Fender. "i'm So Sorry, Bets. I Should Of Hidden The Keys. Booted Your Tires. Something. I Had Know Idea Anyone Would Hurt You So, Baby. I Swear I'll Never Let Anyone Hurt You Again. Ayyy, How Could They Do This To You? How? Oh The Humanity!

Meaning, I Need You To Focus. If You Want To Save Madaug, You Need To Listen To Me Or The Mortents Will Eat Both Of You Pop-tarts For Breakfast. (ambrose)

Uh-huh. You Know With That Sinister Tone You Should Look Into Working For The Irs. I’m Sure They’re Desperate For People Who Can Cow Others With A Single Growl. (susan)

Take That, You Scum-sucking Snipes. Eat Your Words And Your Cruelty. May You Drown In It And Die. (nick)