Sair

       « One, you wind up on the spike and you work for me as a dead man. Two, you get out of your cell, you work for points, but you’re gonna wish you were dead. Or three, you work for me, you get yourself a brand-new pair of shoes, and you live like a king! Choice seems pretty obvious. You should know, there is no door number four. »

The occultation…

Local child fucking selfish brat mass murderer ruins everything, but at least Quinlan did some awesome things and is still alive and kicking. 

Part 1 of 3

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Can you imagine how fucked we’d be if these poor assholes ever remembered what the guests do to them?

I’m older now than my father ever was. This may be the only thing I do that matters.

2.5 Alternatively Eph could be down to his last drink/bottle and finds out that Q was the one to down it.