Chrissy/Stereotypes

US "Can I still party with you guys? Sidhe banquets are BORING." "And we are the first to admit that anyone who knew these "good" ones only as enemies would find them evil enemies indeed. For these same men who, amongst themselves, are so strictly constrained by custom, worship, ritual, gratitude, and by mutual surveillance and jealousy, who are so resourceful in consideration, tenderness, loyality, pride and friendship, when once they step outside their circle become little better than uncaged beasts of prey. Once abroad in the wilderness, they revel in the freedom from social constraint and compensate for their long confinement in the quietude of their own community. They revert to the innocence of wild animals: we can imagine them returning from an orgy of murder, arson, rape, and torture, jubilant and at peace with themselves." - Friedrich Nietzsche "Family. We know how to party, and we don't chicken out from a good fight. What's not to love?" "I wonder if they've realized their house seal looks like a pair of tits and a cunt. Fitting, really. Bunch of pussies."

THEM "These guys are allright. Brave, strong, and most of them know how to party. Shame about the permanent PMS, though. Seriously, guys, chill the fuck out." "We'll dance and sing and fight until the early morning light, then we'll throw up, pass out, wake up and then go drinking once again." "You fuckers owe me a bicycle. Don't think I've forgotten. Seriously, what the fuck is your problem?" "Owe you one. You guys need a favor sometime, just let me know." "So you're dead. Boo-freaking-hoo. Do you have to be so emo about it? Live a little! Heh. So to speak." "So let me get this straight. You say you personally created the world? Wow. And here I thought the SIDHE were full of themselves! Yeah no, I don't buy it."