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“Fine, fine. Get a bandaid and a pen. You big   drama queen. How can this be of any help?”

“It simply means I do not have to  go through the entire rigmarole of telling him I hate him. He can simply read it off my arm.”

“Well, how about a cast, then? Plenty of room to write on,   and on top of it you can use it to hit people.”

“No, a cast is highly impracticable. A larger bandaid will do-- and a pen,  if you have one.”

“And that really is far more then I want.”

“You do realise that it’s a tiny scratch, right? You fight vampires   and we’re talking about a bandaid for a tiny scratch. It’s not like   half of your arm got ripped off…”

“I need the room so as to write on it, Andromeda.”

“Well, I do have them in green and yellow. Also blue, magenta,   orange, another shade of pink, with big dinosaurs and small   ones. I have green ones with dinosaurs wearing tiny bandaids.”

“Could I possibly have a blue one? Big preferably, with enough room to write 'I hate Alexander Grayson'.”

“Don’t be afraid to show your feminine side. You clearly have   no problem using that otherwise, looking at that admirable   cleavage. If they laugh at you, all the more reason to kill them.”

“But surely you have other colors? Can I simply exchange it for another one?”

“Think of it that way: If you still manage to scare them,   cute bandaid or not, there clearly is nothing that could   possibly stop you.”

“But it is pink! Of all the colors it could  have possibly been, it had to be pink.  Had it been, say, red, I may  have let it go. Vampires will not cower in fear of a woman with a pink dinosaur bandaid on her arm.”