Character: Trixie

Hey, monkey, with Mays all will be well.
- Why do you have this troubled look?
- I don't worry for Mays and for Canada.

- I'm Beatrice, but everyone calls me trixie.
- With the same name only on panel.

- A bad man did this to my mom. So, in the world there are bad people?
I don't know... well, there is in the world bad people, so what? You know, good people a lot more.
Really?
Yes. And your mom help good people.

- You worked yesterday, right?
- No, I went to dinner.
- With whom?
- With Lucifer.
- If you have not worked - so is this a date? With flowers, candles and songs about what we need to do in the Nude?
- No. Definitely not. It wasn't a date, really.
- And why are you blushing, mom?
I'm not blushing.

- You go to the interview in it? What's the job?
- Nurse in a kindergarten.
- You love little children?
- I have experience with dirty screaming people. Although these would be small.

- My mom has one scar.
- Where?
- On the priest, she was bitten by the Kraken.
- Okay. Not there went our conversation, but what about the Kraken, you say?
Is an evil Chihuahua with my mom.

- You hit me with a toy?
- Oh, you're awake?! If so, then I want to ask you something.

I'll give you chocolate cake.
- I want money.
Oh... I like your style.

The threat always comes from where you least expect it, when we use our power, we have to watch their weaknesses, and do not believe that the enemy is somewhere else, if so, he will make us believe that he is near, and Vice versa, let the enemy not know where you are...
Sun Tzu.

- What's your name?
- Trixie.
- Trixie! Awesome name, if you're a slut.