“Oh, I heard you. It’s all these monkeys that I heard too.”
“…all about virgins, raisins, whatever…”
“I agree! He is horse’s ass!”
“That’s right… because the coins don’t have his face.”
“Really? We’re going there?”
“Hey, if Janet Jackson can do it on national television…”
“Why do you keep running into my shield, Armag? Huh? Huh?”
“What language did he speak?”
“Hallit.”
“I don’t think even my linguist knows that. So he speaks Halibut.”
“Jason writes in Halibut.”
“Aww. You got the owlbear all excited.”
“It’s taser-paw!”
“It’s a 20 point Indian burn…”
“I will non-lethally bite his head off.”
“So, it’s a lick attack?”
“How many licks does it take to get to the center of an Armag the Twice-Born?”
“How much do you lick him for?”
“Uh… 22 points of licking.”
“Oh my god, that tongue is so rough!”
“Okay, you get to come over and take care of the holes YOU put into him.”
“I am a fucking badass when I’m using someone else’s fucking weapon…”
“You’re much better at being Armag than Armag was. You should think about adopting the job…”
“I don’t know if it’s worse that YOU said it, or that I thought it half a second before you did.”
“It’s a masterwork broken glass bottle.”
“If there’s an awkward moment, I dance to lighten the moment.”
“But I’m not handing them the sword like it’s yesterday’s jam.”
“Can I use Knowledge: Engineering to make the next building we build look way more expensive than it is?”