Turn yourself over to Aksel, and I might let her go. (Arast) Yeah, right. And I’m a one-legged dung dealer. (Nykyrian)
I can tell you love him. (Syn) Yeah, like a boil in my nether regions. (Kiara)
I would have, had someone not detonated their charges prematurely. (Nykyrian) Yeah, Cruel. You have to watch that premature detonation problem of yours. (Hauk)
You’re such a crybaby. (Tee) Let me almost shoot off one of your testicles and see how you cope. (Joe) You shouldn’t have moved, Joe. It was your fault. (Tee) Yeah, everything’s my fault. (Joe) Good, then we agree. (Tee)
You’re really not right, are you? Yeah, I know. It was all the paint chips I ate as a kid. They were good, but chromosomally damaging. (Nick)
Your mother was a goatherder. (Savitar) It’s an honorable profession. (Takeshi) Yeah, for a goat. (Savitar)
You want me here. (Artemis) Yeah, like an alien rectal probe up my sphincter.' (Acheron)