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          And when he does, he speaks.  “Hey.  Welcome to the shit-show, G-Man.  I’m not an illusion, by the way, but you’re gonna find a lot of ‘em roaming around because the scientists jack off on people pissing themselves over their greatest fears.  I have none, so boo-hoo for the rest of them and for you.”

“Hey, I don’t think we were introduced. I’m Kitty-- Hotch is staying with me at the moment. And you were his date, if I’m not mistaken?”

❝ At least I’m not throwing a tantrum about it... “Peter”. ❞

“I don’t simply like snakes, part of my body is composed of snakes.” She even lifts one to his eye level, flicking its little black tongue in his face. “Even if I did not like them to begin with, I would have had to get used to them.”

« ⌘ |[ Tisiphonos sees that yellow shirt.  He does not like that yellow shirt.  Yellow is a lot like white––white is very bad, very bad.  He toddles up to the yellow shirt man and hisses at him, pointing at his shirt.  He needs to take that off and get a better shirt.  Purple is a good, good color, not bad like yellow and white.

          He knows why.  You take out the strongest players first.

« ⌘ |[ “Sue me for being a dick to an anxious man, but hello, hello, hello, is it good to see you, Dr. Reid,” Foyet says with a horrible smirk, leaning against the wall of the train station.  He’d recognized that mop of fluffy hair as soon as he’d glanced at it, and his eyes are still lit up like a Christmas tree at the thought of causing some suffering to someone familiar.