“Have you met my girlfriend? No, you haven’t.”
“I’m not sure she exists.”
“She really does exist! She really does exist in Canada.”
“I’m sorry, Darryl.”
“That’s okay.”
“My AC is 43…”
“I’m not hearing it.”
“My goddess is a goddess of childbirth, so I’m not allowed childbirth. Forgive me if I don’t consort with anybody.”
“What kind of beads are they?”
“They’re anal beads!”
“…I was about to ask if they started with an A and rhymed with banal…”
“…Lesser prayer bead strand worth 9600 gold.”
“9700 to the Calistrians. 9800 if I boil them first!”
“I think she’s typing what we’re saying. You shouldn’t let her do that.”
“Oh. Oh. It’s a jello gnome.”
“Mushrooms the size of…”
“Mushrooms!”
“I mean, we go from anal beads to jello gnomes in like, one minute.”
“Oh, no. No. I will KNOW when I’m drinking jello gnome cure serious wounds.”
“I can do the anal beads. I cannot do the jello gnome hat.”