48th Hunt [Voice] They hold no quarter. They ask no quarter.

[dudeimbatman]

The deities have a point about blood, sacrifice and ritual.

I think we oughta buckle down for something big.

Get some extra rock salt. Never hurts. Fill your gun with silver bullets and hey if you believe in the dickwad named God, might not hurt to pray to him.

Comments

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

Um... maybe not quite all of that...

No, just talking like a pirate... for several days which is why I remember it. You would have loved it.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Three-fourths of it?

[That gets a chuckle out of him] You probably woulda smacked me after five or six wench jokes.

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

Something like that.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

I'll wear some of Sam's giant ass pants to dinner.

[backseatangel.livejournal.com]

I'll make a grocery list - you have to do the shopping.