Krypsyn: It isn't my fault you are too drunk to remember everyone's nicknames. There is more gin available, just go drink yourself into another coma ... err ... nap.
Nicknames can be alright, but some of your choices are simply...gauche. What sort of man includes one of the deadly sins in his daughter's nickname? And I am NOT a drunkard! That was Uncle Ethan, and you know it!
drealmer7: Heaven's to Betsy! I'm already dead, dagnabbit! That's just...overkill.
HA! A talking corpse? I knew you weren't dead yet, daddy dearest.
Mariah, please be a dear and get that ice pick you keep boasting about. Lets put an end to this liar's little game, then we'll find his accomplices.
flubbucket: I was thinking Aunt Eunice, in the bedroom, with the Rabbit.....<.< >.>
I do not appreciate your insinuations, little sister. I would never debase myself with a rabbit.