“How hard *can* it be to find an invisible ship?”
(following some discussion of Wonder Woman) “I knew this was a DC crossover.”
“We have a whole NEW array of fuck-ups to engage in.”
“That’s no moon! That’s a gas station!”
“If you want those dirty pictures to go away? Better free up your Thursday nights…”
“Is it written in fish again?”
“Continue forth with no plan!”
“Sir! There’s a bush!”
“So what?”
“It’s in space!”
“and it’s closing fast.”
“I vote to not be the dead boyfriend!”
“No, no, keep going with what you were going to say.”
“What is the past tense of twittter? I… I… Twat?”
“Look, please. Don’t confuse the bush and the twats!”
“What did you do last night? Space twats? What is this?”
“Thank you for using the word ‘elite’. I’m not sure it’s the right word, but…”
“We can’t ALL be the backup plan!”
“Why does the invisible ship need a distraction?!”
“Because it has a TARP!”
“I vote for Bryan to be promoted to the position of ‘dead boyfriend’….”
“So you’re saying her ship has big balls.”
“Just one. Her ship has one ball.”
“There was an accident.”
(in response to getting a joke a bit late) “No, I just got it. It wasn’t in my notes….”
“You all get aboard the rogue scrotum and take off.”
“You seem like a functioning member of society. Why ARE you here?”
“…We need to verb at this point.”
“He’s a Hutt. Isn’t he more of a recline-down comedian?”
“That’s our master plan?! Put the tarp back on the ship?!”
“That’s it! The Talz is a master of papercraft!” (improbable plot ensues) “We’ll be fine unless it rains.”
“Dude, this tarp has not come even close to the custard. Don’t even.”
“You know what. I’m going to shut my mouth, and let you all come up with a plan that involves a tarp and custard…”
“But let me make a point: screwing up just makes the game more interesting.”
“Fuck plan C. Let’s go on to plan F.”
“How do you spell ‘link’?”
two at once: “Z-E-L-D-A?”
“Where do you get all these cool toys?”
“…In the equipment section of the core book…?”
“This is annoying AND delicious. Why did you do this to me? I have conflicted emotions about this….”
“I’m pretty sure if we bring a tarp, he’s going to turn around and leave.”
“We’re actually doing stuff, and he’s slowly leaving anyway…”
“Oh, I was thinking it would make me look like a creamsicle. What? You said it was a sickly orange!”
“No, this is not the lowest our group has gone.”
“No, is this – I KNOW that.”
“I swear to god, if that ‘annoying and delicious’ quote ends up being what I’m known for…”