“We have not yet reached a consensus on the gallivanting.”
“Sure, there’s a giant bat-thing murdering you right now, but I’m almost done.”
“I’m pretty sure that we’re such lousy investigators that they’re all getting away.”
“My English is not that good, but I do not believe that’s correct.”
“I have a bird cage.”
“For your toilet paper?!”
“I think we mostly sat in France and threw artillery shells.”
“Yes, thank you for that, by the way.”
“We go around the world, half-fixing things and leaving messes, and then there’s a strike team that comes along behind and cleans things up.”
“We should probably throw in a little extra as a ‘sorry for getting your cousin eaten.'”
“No.”
“I’m not sure it’s been proven that that the cousin was eaten.”
“Hey, I wanted to mercy-kill you.”
“Yeah, you had a plan. Thanks a lot.”
“That says Sand-Bat, not Man-Bat.”
“It never was Man-Bat.”
“Oh.”
“But that’s good.”
“It is, but we’re likely to poke it with a stick.”
“The ledger we’ve never seen?”
“The one he’s religiously hoarded?”
“Which, you’ve gotta admit, at the end of the day he’s probably the guy with the most achievable goals.”
“Being willing to die? Yeah.”
“Stir into the skid.”
“Stir?”
“Stir. I don’t know why I said stir instead of steer, but I did.”
“Well, I think we’re outside, aren’t we?”
“You said you walked in.”
“Can you make a guess as to how big it is based on what’s inside of it?”
“Well, considering what it contains doesn’t exist in this reality, sure!”
“Is it bigger than a breadbox? Is it smaller than a Volkswagen?”
“I am literally just describing the crate I stole and shipped the parts to France.”
“Well, yeah, I’ll do it as quietly as I can – monkey hatchet style.”
“It doesn’t sound like anything we’ve seen or read about before. It’s a new horrific thing.”
“New continent, new horrific thing.”
“Is Hildebrandt questioning him or hitting on him?”
“Do you speak, or do you simply not speak to me?”
“When did you save my life?”
“You had to be there.”
“Did you save my life by not killing me? Because that doesn’t count.”
“So all you’ve really done is delay the death of other people, so that’s not a positive or negative for me.”
“What you’re doing is you’re marking them for death with your efforts.”
“Well, I don’t know how you’re having this conversation. You went off to buy cabbages.”
“Oh, you were asking if I relayed the information. I relay it to everyone but the Frenchman. Even the German, who we just met.”
“Can I buy you some new Cool Whip, Pete?”
“You’re saying it wrong.”
“Can I buy you some new Cool Whip, Cheryl?”
“I’m asking you-player, not you-character.”
“As opposed to when they move it and the gently-put-together crate falls apart and cabbages fall out?”
“It should rain more here. Maybe Cthulhu can help with that.”
“I’m going to succeed without spending points, and sigh deeply at once again going into dangerous situations with people who cannot fucking stealth.”
“You realize the idol is 3 foot tall? That’s a lot of cabbages! You’re going to look like some kind of weird vegetable burgler!”
“Just know that if you have insufficient cabbages, I’m setting it on fire.”
“Who decides what constitutes sufficient cabbages?”
“Meanwhile, in the office, I look up from my cabbage. ‘What?'”
“What did you do?”
“I used mechanical repair…”
“I feel like Pete won the role-playing lottery here.”
“I didn’t realize we were playing Betrayal at Warehouse Hill.”
“What was the deal with the light?”
“Mnyahnyunuh.”
“You’re pretty sure that was Chinese.”
“Wait, we have an SOP?”
“Fire.”
“Flames.”
“Two times! I did that two times!”
“Is there anything metal in this office?”
“I don’t know; I think Cthulhu is pretty metal.”
“Take the box, leave the cabbages?”
“Or it could be part of a complex mating ritual.”
“No.”
“There’s a fine line between drunken revelers and angry mob.”
“Then I will politely set the idol on fire and get out of there.”
“Do I get 30 points for everything I set on fire?”
“It’s the same symbol as was on the side of the box that held your thing.”
“It’s still on the side of your box.”
“And it still hides your thing.”
“We’re going to keep an eye on Randolph, the guy who owns the warehouse. The guy who’s clearly in league with evil?”
“Can we just go to a bar instead?”
“Excuse me, madamoiselle. I ordered red wine, and you seem to have brought me some sort of red piss.”