“That song was so bad, it actually crashed iTunes.”
“I was going to buy a helm of telepathy for my horse!”
“He must have this! Not for the prosperity of the kingdom, but for the hilarity of the situation…”
“I think an industrious centaur might hire himself out as a rickshaw taxicab…”
“The King’s Arms is the brothel. We like to have all the whores in the King’s Arms.”
“We are the hideous buzzsaws of justice here, and they are the soft balsawood of evil.”
“Matt, will you stop fondling the soft balls of evil?”
“You are closest to Golem D, who is slightly on fire and kind of in a world of hurt…”
“Sir, I see a troll fisting a golem… I think I’m going to flee.”
“I’d like to smush those together into one big sword…”
“There used to be a nipple up there, and that’s where the city was.”
“Tell your Armag the Thrice-Born…”
“Twice.”
“Right. Tell your Armag the Twice-Dead…”
“It would appear our spearhead is made of harder stuff than your spearhead.”
“Don’t cross the streams.”
“Tip to tip, we always come out on top.”
“I AM the barbarian conquerer, and I need to go level up… I’ll be back in a few.”
“Are those the craven barbarians? Is that their clan name?”
“They try to slur over it so it sounds like ‘raven’, but it’s ‘craven’.”
“Are these actually brothels, or do we just send someone ahead to write ‘brothel’ on the building so the King will go there…?”
“Is he voodoo? We have voodoo frog people? I immediately defect!”