Pathfinder, 8/4

“It puts the halfling in the bag.”

“About halfway across, I throw up, miss my glider, and then I fist a horse.”

“And I’m going to go litch right now.”
“Thorfin won’t.  But Kevin will.”

“…by Pharasma’s…”
“Holy nipples!”
“…Really, we went straight for the nipples?”

“Right, so Bryan throws out a breas… blessing…”

“I’m not going to continue to make breast jokes when I attack.  Otherwise it’s going to become I’m lactating at him or something.”

“Normally he’s a fucking twinkle-fairy of love and happiness compared to what I’ve just done…”

“The Nipples of Pharasma have something to say to you!”

“You even remarked when he gave 10% off, Bryan!”
“Yes, but I’m not as smart as I am…”

“‘Handimal’?  That’s worse than ‘Handimal Animal,’ which is what I say!”

“There is no good reason to not attempt this crossing at night, in the most haunted kingdom, this close to the Whispering Tyrant’s lair, in the rough creepy woods.”

“Awww, I found what Kevin wants when he gets old.”
“What, a phylactery?”