“The electrical thing is bad, don’t get me wrong…”
“And you would know.”
“I’m going to try to convince the AI – ”
“FauDIN?”
“What do they think people do instead?!”
“Something Apple-y, I assume!”
“Are you putting a monkey wrench in the plans?”
“So it’s heavier than my morningstar. So in that case, I’m going to have to just hit with Ayzaar.”
“That kind of amuses me: the dwarf is unstable.”
“The dwarf’s been unstable all along.”
“You’re not wrong.”
“You’re supposed to be my ace in the hole, where I go, ‘orc! whack! whack!'”
“I’m part cyborg. Once you go metal, you’ll never settle.”
“Wow. How long did you have THAT in your pocket?!”
“They don’t make an ‘are you kidding me’ emote?”
“Now that you’re in the room, you can see that there’s a slight frosting on them.”
“Is it chocolate?”
“The fighters are telling me to go away now. This happens a lot.”
“Sounds like when someone hits the observation window in a good game of squash.”
“Or when your cat hits a sliding glass door?”
[which actually happened moments before…]
“Oh no. My armor. What will I do.”
“You should have upgraded to the parka armor!”
“The computer has a -3 dex, because… it’s a box.”
“That’s still pretty good for a box.”
“What is the machine going to do now…? It’s really getting frustrated…”
“There is a note similar to an extremely low note on a bass guitar.”
“…Brown note?”
“Jim! You are now flanked. Not that this game has flanking rules…”
“I will ignore the cat, and I will stab the Saurian that I don’t know particularly well.”
“You know how you’re against the whole hitting thing? I’m against the whole dying thing.”
“One. One tiny piece of tile wings past you and scratches you almost as bad as you cut yourself shaving.”
“Did the cat go?”
“Uh… it’s recovering from the chaos in the room. Also known as ‘I forgot to have it go and I don’t like to go backwards.'”
“I’m going to engineer the crap out of it.”
“You guys are really close to being on the timer with 3 second, like some kind of movie.”
“He screams as though his god is being rendered asunder in front of him.”
“Yeah. About that.”
“What did you say?”
“I put my boots out. With a T. Not a B.”
“Well, it had a B – ”
“But only one.”
“I wonder what the nanobots inside me are doing…”
“Rusting.”
“I’m going to nap for a month, then we need to find a new god. I nominate myself.”