Tery's Tweets Part 2

>The worst part of working for a secret occult society: Taxes. Best part? T-shirts.

>Say what you will about foxes. They do make the best noodles.

>At this point, I'm going to make a list of places that -DON'T- have secret cults devoted to monstrosities. Oddly, the Shriners count.

>Bridget's gassy. Some dragons shouldn't be eating what comes out of the river. Back to the emergency room.

>The basement's flooded. Guess how many things down there will come to life. Winner gets eaten.

>The Grail, or a raise? Gotta go with my 4 percent.

>It's all in good fun until someone loses their soul.

>Everyone else gets to talk like Shakespeare today. Me? I get chewed out by Oberon. And yes, he -does- talk like that. All the TIME.

>The trains are shackled to their rails. However, they know all our names.

>Found the mask. I know I'll never find the body.

>Found a grimoire today. It's not good when a curse mentions your ex by name.

>Have been abducted by fairies from Milwaukee. Do not send help. Repeat do -not- send help. I will return with cookies.

>Home again. The cat brings omens.

>Blame it on the rain...Because that's where the evidence leads.

>Thought I was on a diplomatic mission to Alfheim. Turned out I had just passed out in the bathroom stall.

>"The only way I do a resurrection is if I get a call". I really need to not eavesdrop in other cubicles.

>I don't care if she's stealing my essence. She paid for a great lunch.

>I can't tell if a stray cat has walked in the office, or the new temp's arrived. I put out a saucer of energy drink to be on the safe side

>Say what you will about the job. The trade magazines are excellent.

>Invisible things still smell.