How DARE you ruffle the Disney Prince hair, Monroe! :O

Nick you morbid pessimist.

I need them to just rescue Henry. This poor, sweet, trapped man. Just sneak him out the backdoor and into the car and floor it, guys.

“You know what they say about the early bird…” Nick replied, though he shut the book.

“Yeah, you should eat him first,” Monroe said, is if were obvious. Upon seeing the baffled look on Nick’s face, he explained a bit sheepishly, “Blutbad proverbs tend to differ from human ones in…certain respects.”

“I’m not even going to ask how you think the one about skinning a cat goes,” Nick said with a shudder.

“Probably best,” Monroe concurred with a dark smile.

I suddenly feel very sorry for all the cats of Monroe’s neighborhood.

YES. THANK YOU. DO NOT STORE YOUR DAMN GUN IN THE WAISTBAND OF YOUR FUCKING PANTS.

Oh, it literally meant armed and dangerous.

Well that’s…disappointing.

Hotel California, Ch. 4: Into the Woods

In which Nick wakes up armed and dangerous, Monroe brings coffee, and they end up finding both breakfast and some new friends.

“Wakes up armed and dangerous?” Oh dear…

Monroe: I swear, I don’t know how you’ve made it this long without having me there to make sure you don’t get yourself killed.
Nick: Well, then, I guess that means you’d better stick around.
Me: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

GRIMMTOPUS ^_^

As your fake boyfriend, I would feel responsible if you froze to death.

Monroe to Nick