Hiss. One of the MANY cats climbing on the bed turned its head and hissed at Sora before leaping over the brooding red giant and scurrying off elsewhere. "C'mon, man. Liz'll come back soon enough."

Evil? "REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE!" Swinging from a bloody hand for a monster to see, a cross from a dead, but loved, old man.

Liz. "Sooo…rumor tells me that you bumped off a guy because he was getting a little too cozy --" "Yup, that was me." "…"

Lager. "What the hell did we do last night?" "Drank Mexican beer while listening to Barry Manilow."

Brunch. "If you're only going to eat this all day…" "This is my snack time."

Odd. The uniformed man turned to Sora before he launched the last code to open the vault. "Remember that fish guy back there?" Sora nodded, still in a slight daze. "Yeah…that was weird." "Well, Mr. Keyblade Master, prepare for that image to be as normal as Barbie doll in the hands of a little kid."

Y-chromosome. Sora jumped away from Liz as a blue fire engulfed her. She was watching the explosions go off in the distance as she said, " 'Get in, get out, not a sound out of anyone,' that's what he promised me. But noooo, he has to get angry because the stupid mummy had to go and bite his tail."

"You're a hero, Hellboy, not a monster."

Blade of Doom -- Fire Spell, Fire Defense, Dark Defense; LV1 -- 17

AN: So, this has got to be THE WORST acronym EVER!

Maybe it's because I haven't done in a while.

Lager was inspired by the second movie. If you don't get the joke...:ahem: CAUSE, YOU KNOW THAT I CAN'T SMILE WITHOUT YOU, CAN'T SMILE WITHOUT YOU, AND I CAN'T LAUGH, AND I CAN'T SING. I'M FINDING IT HARD TO DO ANYTHING!