One of these days, that kid’ll remember to bring in his skateboard.

Fisher’s pranks are getting kinda over the top. And what weird leather bar did he fine these three at?

The hell is going on? I don’t know you guys…wait a minute. Angel(us) O'Connor? That really you? Aw, hell.

Trish! Zack…where’d they get guns? Maybe in the cellar. But we can’t go to the cellar. No, I said we can’t go to the cellar!

Proof that I do have a heart. Bunches of them. He cuts them out, one at a time, every day. Don’t step in the pile, okay?

Leaving. Leaving? No more hippie necklace and evisceration? Did I do OG-gunn a favor and don’t remember?

Now there’s hugging. Trish? Not Trish. It’s Eve. Where’d I go, babe? I mean, where’d you go?

Floor. How did floor happen? Floor is actually kind of nice, might stay here a few.

You just haven’t noticed it.

Well, well, well. To what do I owe the pleasure of the visit and the shackles? You guys look like a constipated boy band.

Are you kidding me? Angel(us) O'Connor & the Circle of the Black Thorn? They wouldn’t look at a boy scout like him twice, except maybe as food.

You boys are really thick sometimes, you know that? We’re not talking Freemasons here, or some piddling shit like that.

The Black Thorn is literally bigger than Jesus – and rumor has it they had a hand in that whole crucifixion thing.

Since when did Angel(us) O'Connor get a sense of humor? Because this whole taking on the senior partners thing, that has to be a joke.

All this time in lockup, the only iron I've got in the fire right now is some quality tile with Eve, if you get my meaning. ;)

Baby, I know Lorne freaked you out, but don't worry about me. Any gig I'm supposed to do with him has got to be a cakewalk.

Woo hoo! Good ol’ boy kickin some demon ass! That’s the way to do it - and dang, Lorne is hell and Jesus with those high notes.

Actually feels kind of good, being part of a team. I could get used to this.

What the hell? Okay, I get it, I’m a bad guy in this story...but that means I’m supposed to get finalized by the HERO, not some sidekick...

Shot, goddammit. By Oscar the Grouch. I guess there should be pain to go with the blood...but I can’t feel