I don't think Gordon actually could escape from his weiner even if he had wanted to, I mean the square mileage the thing covers makes it pretty hard to avoid.

 

*pretty hard* snickers...

Yeah, really, stairway to heaven.

 

Or highway to hell, depending on you level of literacy. Koo Koo ka Choo.

This was going so well, and then you had to go and invoke the Beatles. *carves out Wes' heart and uses it as a hockey puck*

 

Looks at all of the shiny ice...

Ice covered in blood isn't actually as pretty as it sounds  :-\

 

Unless you are a vampire child, who's mother promised him an icee. Now please get out of the way so I can pay...

I'm pretty sure vampires can't breed except in special circumstances like Angel and Darla!

 

Unless you mean to split hairs and state that the child became a vampire, in which case I think it a fair assumption that his mother has little authority left with him.

 

You are sooooo 90's. *Bites reylers cold, cold neck. slurps*

I don't have blood you silly goose there is naught in my veins but salt and the 90s were pretty okay.

I like the 90s, that's when I died for the first time.

Also coincidentally when you first took up wearing pants.

mmmmm strawberry...sounds good to me.

 

i been back for about two weeks, where you been,Korin?

 

I was kidding.

 

You watch Angel Reyler? I'm surprised.

Oh the days of wearing pants, they were beautiful times.

And now you wear woman's pants *shakes head*

So he has something in common with you

I just wear what fits . . .  :o

And if what fits happens to be a shed snakeskin, well, who are you to turn down free clothes?

I'm guessing nevare!

That's just an alias, he's really an international superspy.

 

Nah, he's not that cool.

Then who does?

Wait, how did the angel dust enter the conversation?

Must have come from the back room

It didn't fall out of my pocket, no sir.