“They need a better name than spider-rabbits.”
“How about ‘Tom’?”
“Nipple-ease was one of the points of our last gaming session.”
“Hehehehe. You said nipples have points.”
“I need to know where he’s stabbing so I don’t shoot in the same place.”
“Shoot a guy three times by accident…”
“Why don’t we poke them with sticks and insult their mothers?”
“I choose insult their mothers. I’m really good at that…”
“What if we have a really pointy stick?”
“He’s really of no more use to me than a hat.”
“Yeah… given the option of left or right… we WOULD spend the entire session building a tunneling machine to go straight.”
“Did I mention that I have a rave in one of my steamer trunks?”
“Let’s drown the Canadian!”
“What I really need is a gun that fires underwater.”
“That’s called a knife.”
“Shouldn’t you have said that before you jumped in?”
“They may be amphibious.”
“Your mom’s amphibious.”
“Dude. Don’t friggin’ laugh. He’s going to take your three steamer trunks and make a submarine…”
“I like testicles!”
“Damn that internet connection.”
“…Wearing nothing but a strategically placed maple leaf.”
“That’s how you secretly think of Ryan Reynolds, isn’t it?”
“And you say that, and now I’m picturing it as Wookiee fur.”
“So you’re saying you’re imagining a Canadian bush?”
“I think that’s German for ‘Stop being a girl!’”
“Seriously. 30 years from now, it’ll be the search for Earnest Rappaport’s third trunk.”
“Three steamer trunks… a birdcage… a spear gun… a sedan chair…”
“Walk into a bar?”
“Halfway through the underwater passage, Dr. Cygnus tries to suck a scritcher.”
“You now have a heater-diaper.”
“Too hot! Too hot!”
“It’s fused to the hair!”
“We’ll never have to choose again!”
“Dude, you were all about the Canadian underground!”
“Dude, remember the time I invaded your fake country?”
“Remember the time I invaded YOUR fake country (Canada)?”
“…Well-played.”