Voice

[lazarus_rises]

Ladies. I just want you to know that in spite of everything, you've given me a newfound appreciation for laser tag. Being chased by three women who only have eyes for you isn't a bad way to spend the evening. Let's take it to a mud pit next time

Comments

[onhiswaydown]

Dragon's breath gets weirder looks than lamb's blood.

[lazarus_rises]

You're probably right. But if you ask for dragon's breath, people just think you're a little too into Dungeons and Dragons. Lamb's blood, they think you slaughter cuddly little animals for fun and start calling the ASPCA. Let me tell you, those bastards are persistant.

[onhiswaydown]

And then you start showing up at crime scenes, or around crime scenes, and suddenly the local police are your best friends. Or they'd like to think so, anyway.

[lazarus_rises]

I've made a few friends on the force. When they're not thinking I'm a serial killer. Or being killed by demons.

[statusnotquo]

There's nothing wrong with mud.

I saw a butchers shop here somewhere.

[lazarus_rises]

At least you didn't turn on me, Ana.

Really? Maybe I should get a jar full. You never know.

[statusnotquo]

Of course. That one shot to the back was totally accidental.

Perhaps. I didn't step in there. But the signs did say "lamb, beef, chicken, pork...".

[lazarus_rises]

Oh, I could tell.

That's good enough. I'll just give the veal a squeeze.

[the_hawkseyes]

I doubt a mud pit would improve your chances any, Mr. Winchester.

[lazarus_rises]

You know, I kind of like being called Mr. Winchester. Makes me feel like a college professor in one of those late-night movies.

[the_hawkseyes]

A professor in what? I don't think I'm following, Mr. Winchester.

[lazarus_rises]

I doubt you want to know what he was professor of.