“How many bodies does it take to make a mass murderer?”
“I asked the exact same question a few sessions ago, and I never got an answer!”
“Copper?”
“No, he’s an earl.”
“The avatar of Nyarlathotep is currently strolling down 34th street, showing it to Santa Claus.”
“I didn’t see any sex scandals in there.”
“The Derbyshire monster must have been very different than what I thought…”
“No, no, they’re with me. They are no longer a rabble. They have become a retinue.”
“How may we help you?”
“You could put in a runner. I’d hate for the marble to become distressed.”
“Some day, I’ll remember it.”
“No, you won’t.”
“Not before this game ends.”
“It seems Mr. Penhew was very apt to let himself be led by women.”
“Why is everyone looking at me?”
“So hard to keep all of these bribes straight…”
“When did you develop this character flaw, sir?”
“Elucidate.”
“No, Egyptians.”
“I don’t know what this dying thing is. We’ve run into Deep Ones, Dagon – well, you guys have run into Deep Ones, Dagon, cultists, zombies…”