"[color=00a99d]Yous .. Might wanna.. Write im off..." [/color] he spat at the witch- [color=00a99d]"..Buh uh.. won'..[/color]"

He glared at her menacingly, even though quite likely, a good slap would send him to his side with how she had sucked him dry with her unholy equipment.

[color=00a99d]"Ya kin .. takes ya.. HATEFUL.. EVIL.. CROOKED .. MOUTH-- An' Shove .. it up.. ya ASS, .. Ya BITCH. ... Uh hopes he.. Comes back Fer ya!.."[/color]

He purposefully urged his sisters to carry him past her, and to ignore anything that twat had to say. SHE was the reason for ALL of this, really. ... At least.. He wanted to believe she was.

He sucked in a breath, then did his best to call up the stairs, only half-succeeding with coughs and sputters between utterances.
[color=00a99d]
"TED--"[/color] (hack, wheeze)
[color=00a99d]"UH'LL HELP YA SAVE 'ER!"[/color] 

He gulped air as his head swam.  Being depleted like this, and halfway to to the grave (or more) was no way to go about this.

[color=00a99d]"WE'S COMMIN UP...[/color] [Heave] [color=00a99d].. WON'T BE NO TROUBLE.[/color]"

He turned his weary head back over his shoulder, and drolled behind. [color=00a99d]".. Uh .. 'Member 'at Fat-man.. At.. Fang'orn.. NO' AGEEN. Ya's hears meh?! NO' AGEEN! Onleh ways I's goin' out's, Ei'er dead, or wit' 'ose two safes!... Ya hears!? ... Nuh moars kids.. as losin' fam'ly... Nuh moar.... Suh.. Eier.. GIT AOUT... .. Er HELP MEH."[/color]