Quotes, Friday 19 September 2003.

• Me: Nothing quite like a vampire with backwash.
• Me: I have a crack-monkey. I feed it-- Angel: --Tass. Me: Yeah, it smokes tass. Lily: No! No undead crack-monkies!
• GM: I had a train of thought...
• Lily: What's crawling in your air vents? Me: Undead crack-monkey! Everyone gets quiet, stares at the vent.
• Phloxin: I've gone to school for five years in the middle of nowhere just so there won't be any weirdness. I left my country because it was too fucking weird. This is your mess, you clean it up.
• Me: Dear God: Will you tell me where the vampires are going, please? Oh, and P.S. I want a pony. Love, Joe.
• James: Newish socks? Phloxin: Jewish socks? Me: Oh, look! Yarmulkes for your feet!
• James: They're going to Wal-Mart. Me: Because it's open 24 hours, and nobody would notice a fucking vampire in Wal-Mart. Angel: I think if it were fucking, they'd notice.
• Quinby: There are a lot of times that people do things that aren't necessarily correct. James: Like the amount of time you spend on your knees...
• Quinby: Dear God: What the hell is going on? Me: Love, Joe.
• Quinby: An intelligence of 1 and an Arete of 5... Me: Ug hunt... Angel: What? Me: Ug hunt. Angel: Oh, I heard 'a cunt'.... Phloxin: Squishy squishness....squishy squishness....
• Quinby: Mmmm, your bra stops bullets. Me: It's a Wonderbra!