It doesn't matter what your blood is when you're dead, it all looks the same. You, whoever you are, know that, you fucking saw it when your dad and your mum and your uncles and aunts killed them.

I hate you, and I hope Anya and the rest of them haunt you forever.

...I'm not sure I want to go on this field trip. Did it have to be scheduled right around the same time the last one was?

So I'm not the only person who got transported somewhere else. I bet I'm the only one who got stuck in a well for an entire day, though. I did get out eventually, no thanks to that BITCH Anya.

HEY. HEY ANYA. If you notice a basket of oranges missing? YEAH. THAT WAS ME.

Who wants juice?