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The jury__ still out on your level of intellect. After all, you signed up with Evil Incorporated in the first place.

How many kids are in the Graveyard?""A bunch.""Who sends your supplies?""George Washington. Or is it Abraham Lincoln? I forget.""How often do you receive new arrivals?""About as often as you beat your wife.

Flirt with the old ladies and you__l be fine,_ I muttered, shoving my stuff into the cubby. He hung his green hoodie on the hooks right beside me. __s that how you get by?_ __oesn__ work on the old ladies for me, but the old men on the other hand?_ I paused and glanced at my nails. __eah, doesn__ work on them either.

Gabi glared. "If you want to add some variety to your sex life, why don't you just use your other hand?

You didn__ feed from her,_ he said, and this was not a question.__will poison? Not my kind of fun, little brother.__ne corner of Stefan__ mouth quirked up. He made no response to this, but simply looked at Damon with eyes that were... knowing. Damon bridled.__ told the truth!___oing to take it up as a hobby?

The following Discourse [on art, by Sir Joshua Reynolds] is particularly Interesting to Blockheads as it endeavours to prove that There is No such thing as Inspiration & that any Man of a plain Understanding may by Thieving from Others become a Mich Angelo.

And pictures of perfection, as you know, make me sick and wicked.

Boys", Buffy hissed through clenched teeth, "being quiet is an important part of sneaking.""Oh, sorry", Xander said, reducing his voice to a whisper."Besides, ritual sacrifice is a religious rite", Giles went on quietly. "They wouldn't sacrifice just anyone at random. It's far more likely they'd suspect you of being a Roman spy scouting for the invasion and just outright kill you"."Oh great! Great! Way to be encouraging Giles. And I suppose you'll just watch that happen, in your Watchery way.

If the apocalypse comes...beep me!

Spike (to Giles) : Oh, poor Watcher. Did your life pass before your eyes _ 'Cuppa tea, cuppa tea... almost got shagged... cuppa tea'?

What do you want, MacGuffin, a duel?___o._ Julian held out both hands, one palm flat, the other held over it in a fist. __ock, paper, scissors. Two out of three.__y rolled his eyes and held out his fist, apparently willing to play. Julian hit his palm three times, and Ty kept time with his fist in the air. But when Julian threw a paper, Ty reached into his jacket with his other hand and pulled his gun, aiming it at Julian.__y!_ Zane said in exasperation from the front seat.__lock, paper, scissors. I win.___ou are an ass,_ Julian muttered.

Rumors had their own classic epidemiology. Each started with a single germinating event. Information spread from that point, mutating and interbreeding__ conical mass of threads, expanding into the future from the apex of their common birthplace. Eventually, of course, they'd wither and die; the cone would simply dissipate at its wide end, its permutations senescent and exhausted.There were exceptions, of course. Every now and then a single thread persisted, grew thick and gnarled and unkillable: conspiracy theories and urban legends, the hooks embedded in popular songs, the comforting Easter-bunny lies of religious doctrine. These were the memes: viral concepts, infections of conscious thought. Some flared and died like mayflies. Others lasted a thousand years or more, tricked billions into the endless propagation of parasitic half-truths.

Carla was wearing a No Fear sweatshirt. You are too old, Amy wanted to tell her, for legible clothing.

Look, this is helping me out quite a bit, but could you just get to the punishment part? We're at the end of World War Two in history, and I can't wait to find out who wins.

Like most people raised on American movies, I have poor access to my emotions, but can banter like a motherfucker.

The day you ever have that much control over my behavior, it will be because somebody's asking you, should she get the pine box or a plain white shroud?

I always wonder why condescending snarkiness is the chosen method of communication for so many forum users. It seems to me like these things would be much better expressed in non-confrontational, polite manner.

John: I'm experiencing an odd sensation. I think it might be patriotism.Spitfire: Steady. Too much of that can damage your health.