Caesar, my love...

The new one? I want to carve open his chest and suck the blood from his heart. He's pretty.

Current Mood: creative

I miss the blood...

Conversations with inept and uncooperative locals tell me I've arrived in a dismal, filthy place called New Caprica.

If this is the new one, I cringe to think what the old one looked like.

Oh, my pretty, pretty boys... I miss you.

Come play.

Please. Now.

Enough, Caesar.

Time to play, my pets.

Want to see you squirm and scream.

Your blood is pretty.

What the hell just happened? And not that I don't appreciate a brand new blackberry, but my old phone was just fine.

Cleopatra... this truly is an interesting world. There are so many you should meet.

There are never enough hours in the days of a Queen, and her nights have too many.

To say nothing of time for her playthings.