Aker: "Well that felt a little funny."
Angus: "Yeah imagine getting that one day standing the garden as a teenager."
Rica: "I'm not even going to ask."
Every Moment Counts...
Rica: "If you break that, I'm sending The Boss the repair bill."
Reaper: "Apollo repairs things for free."
Rica: "Don't be a smartie-pants. "
Chester: "Hey it's one of you guys! Oh how I miss using your robes for scratching posts. C'mere."
Reaper: "Demonspawn Shoo!"
Ares: "Finally."
Rica: "I know I know. You've wanted one since Amon was born. I figured I'd finally let you have it since you held onto the wish this long."
Ares: "Whatcha think?"
Rica: "I think she would have loved it."
Rica: "Hey where'd the new rags come from?"
Ares: "I don't know. This is what I came out of from the tattoo parlor."
Rica: "No. No. No. Vanity now. Oh and nice war face."
if it seems that Aker's life is speeding by. It's because it is. This is what everyone is up to. Gen 7 can't be born until Prim dies and none of us are really sure what to make of Chester's claims. So everyone sculpts or paints or poses. BORING. Speed 3 is a big help.
Rica: "So.. what are we going to do about Generation 7?"
Artie: "I don't know but I could really go for some candy about now."
Rica: "Seriously. Do we follow orders or?"
Artie: "Let's table it. Prim Grim is still alive and until she's not there's no reason to even contemplate."
Rica: "Whoo! Police Car!"
Aker: "Yes now what?"
Rica: "You have a choice. Stay a cop or quit."
Aker: "Hrm. I don't know."
Rica: "You've got time. Let's go take a picture of the car to complete your third photo collection."
Rica: "What's with the look?"
Aker: "I quit my job. I can now do whatever I want."
Rica: "Correction. You can now spend all your time painting until you get another job."
Paperboy: "I'm not sure I like delivring a paper out here each day. I hear the Grim Reaper lives here and takes the lives of people who make him mad."
Rica: "Not exactly."
Paperboy: -jumps and throws paper at gate- "AHHH!" -runs away-
Rica: "Was it something I said?"
Chester: "Good you put on the bow like I asked. Now stay here until the other guests arrive."
Anita Smith: "Why am I here?"
Chester: "You're my present to the birthday boy."
Anita: "I'm not sure how I feel about being a present."
Chester: "Trust me. He's a great guy and needs something like you in his life."
Anita: "Wait, who's the woman?"
Chester: "A minor set back."
Anita: "Excuse me?"
Chester: "That's his wife."
Anita: "I can't believe you are giving me to a married man."
Chester: "Don't act like it bothers you."
Anita: "I just wish I had known it was a competition. I would have worn my tight suit."
Chester: -boggles-
Reka: "Who is that woman in the bow?"
Rica: "Friend of Chester's."
Reka: "I don't like the look of her."
Aker: "Aww man. Not the hair again. Oh who's the chick with the red hair?"
Rica: "Friend of Chester's."
Aker: "I like the bow."
Tawnya Switzer: "I heard that."
Reka: "Oh no you're not sitting down at my table after coming to my house dressed like that."
Anita: "What's wrong, birthday girl? Just because you only invited the old people of the neighborhood to make yourself look better doesn't mean anything to me. I was invited by someone else and I think I'm going to enjoy this cake more now. Mmm."
Tawnya: "The girl of this house seems to be having a hard birthday."
Apollo: "She's just mad because she was told she wasn't going to have a baby."
Tawnya: "I think it's more than that."
Apollo: "Maybe. Maybe not. Good cake?"
Tawnya: "The best. I don't know how you guys keep getting the really good ones."
Aker: "So hi. I'm Aker Grim."
Anita: "I'm Anita. Happy Birthday."
Aker: "Thanks. You're new in town aren't you?"
Anita: "Yeah but my family has ties that introduced me to Chester while he was about."
Aker: "Interesting." -shared traits discovered; Evil & Artistic- "Wow you love art too? That's fantastic."
Anita: "I know! I love to paint red landscapes."
Aker: "Me too."
Reka: -stares daggers-
Reka: "You need to leave right now. I don't want you coming around this house ever again."
Anita: "That's not your decision sweetheart. If I were you, I'd be careful whose face you're putting your finger into."
Reka: "You have no idea who you're talking to,
sweetheart. I have connections you can't even fathom and if I were you, I'd just go."
Rica: "Oh really."
Reka: "Rica! Tell her to leave."
Rica: "You have connections huh? Anita thank you for stopping by. But I think it's time for a family meeting.."
Reaper Bob: "Oh come on. Stop the begging. You were old and now you're dead. I have a meeting with the family to go to."
Rica: "And you're late."
Reaper Bob: "Yes and I'm late."
Reaper Bob: "Hahah! Ok now I think I can leave."
Apollo: "Oh you're so gonna get it!" -slams him back with a pillow before he poofs-
Rica: "Nice shot! Knocked him back into the after life."
Apollo: "Thanks!"
Rica: "Back to sculpting."
Rica: "Still mad?"
Reka: "Go away."
Rica: "Someone is definitely showing their angry face."
Reka: "Leave me alone."
Rica: "You're the traitor amongst us."
Reka: "Hmph."
Rica: "Now I have to wait for you and Prim to die before bringing in the new generation."
Reka: "So sorry to be such a burden."
Rica: "Oh you're no burden,
sweetheart. You're scheming behind is just another bump in the road for us."
Reka: "You'll pay. You'll all pay."
