19. For Q

Waste not want not.

“Hey, what’re you doing?! Stop that!”

“I’m..” <tug> .. “just..” <tug> … “doing…” <tug > .. “my job!”

Angel shook his head, hard, sending the irritating little creature flying across the room and into the wall.

“Ow! That hurt… there’s really no need for violence you know.” She planted her hands firmly on her hips, pouting angrily at him, wings folded.

“No need for violence? What do you call what you were doing to me?”

“What? I was just doing my job! You aren’t using them; so it's my job to collect them!”

“Go collect someone else’s fangs!” He growled.