Sing me a love song in a slow, southern drawl to the tune of sunny days...

Harry," Bob drawled, his eye lights flickering smugly, "what you know about women, I could juggle.

Well", Fang said, mimicking a thick Southern drawl. "I must say its mighty nice of them Daimons to clean up after themselves when you kill them" He held his hands up to them. "Look Ma, no mess.