“Whaaaat? I don’t even know what a whispering fart tower is.”
“And Bryan, you have proven to be a divine caster.”
“No, no, I’ve proven to be an incompetent caster.”
“I hate it when I get stabbed in the d-groin.”
“Don’t make me knock over Bryan’s beer again.”
“Juju zombies know they want to live…”
“Sort of.”
“‘I want to exist! I want to exist!'”
“Did you just Hungry Pit a box?”
“Uh-huh. It was an important box.”
“Ohhh. You’re playing with a dead lady’s box.”
“I’ve got gloves.”
“I think I’ll cast Grease and put a bunch of them down, and then Fister can run and jump on them and slide…”
“So… Phylactery Slip-N-Slide?”
“‘…In frightening familiar facades.’ Fuck you and your alliteration, I managed it.”
“‘Necromanty’ sounds like naughty underwear for litches.”
“You’re wearing Necromanties again, aren’t’cha?”
“You walked in on what was a ritual suicide before he saw eight people sitting in pools of blood and went, ‘BOOM!'”
“Now it’s a ritual barbecue.”