You may strategically place your wonderful lips upon my posterior and kiss it repeatedly. Dark Shadows
With each life I take, a piece of my ragged soul dies. For I only kill, because I'm compelled to. Compelled by your witchcraft, by your curse. Why have you done this to me?
It's A shame. You know if you'd just been smart enough to love me, I would have let it go. I sent your little girlfriend over the cliffs once before. What makes you think I wouldn't do it again?
I'm gonna offer you a business proposal Barnabas. My final offer. Either you agree to rule this little pawn of my side by side. Partners and lovers. Or, I put you back in the box.
I already prepared my counter proposal. It reads thusly: you may strategically place your wonderful lips upon my posterior and kiss it repeatedly.
Barnabas gets locked into a box again.
