Timmy the Ravnos: "So, what are the goals of the city?"
Martin the Prince: "What are the goals of the city?! What are the goals of ... Chicago? Other than infecting everyone with Vicissitude and turning them into Settites..."
Boris the Ruskie: "And Thaumaturgy! Don't forget teaching them all Thaumaturgy!"
(as best as I can remember the conversation, as retold by the Prince)
Xavier La Rouge: "So, when he realized that he had lost the bet, he blew the other cheerleaders away with a shotgun..."
Some outraged Kindred: "But, he's the prince..."
Martin Francois: "Which is exactly why I can do things like that and get away with it."
(do you need to know the whole story to understand this one? probably... but oh well!)
Timmy - "I used to live in a cabin five miles outside of the city, in the wilderness."
Boris - "Which city?"
Timmy - "Chicago."
Boris - "So that would put your cabin... in the middle of Skokie?"
(this after Timmy complained about being jumped by a Werewolf in the middle of a national forest area... go figure!)
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