“Eh, I added him under friends.”
“Not under enemies?”
“Frenemies?”
“Wait, you’re not your own ally? I’m confused.”
“They’re pretty big.”
“And now we know where giraffes stole the idea.”
“Three together.”
“Stupid Glaph count the endpoints! We only needed to walk 2 days!”
“No wonder the creatures are so odd.”
“Which ones?”
“We’re called halflings!”
“‘We’re not lost! We’re in exactly the same place we were yesterday!’ ‘How do you know?’ ‘I’ve been following our footprints for half a day…'”
“You can tell – we still have souls. Well, I do.”
“How can I tell if I have a soul?”
“Well, if it crawls out when you die…”
“I hope by the time this game progresses to the modern age, ‘It Must Be an Omen’ is a popular game show.”
“I swear to god, Kevin, if you’re doing the creepy fucking little creatures from Princess Mononoke, I’m going to kick your ass.”
“You turn and look, and… I need to get to the right page; otherwise, this is very embarrassing.”
“Is an undead dryad still undead, or is it fey?”
“Hang on, I’m going to roll again. 4. She’s a gelatinous cube.”
“I try to befriend it… from a distance…”
“And her mouth is full of…”
“Gingivitis?”
“She could be an ally against the creepy monsters.”
“She IS a creepy monster.”
“The halfling liability brigade was at the back of the party.”
“We’ve all been there.”
“Forgetting his character’s name?”
“I’m going back to where I started from. I’m reloading my save game.”
“I am so not liking where this language is going. Babel event has moved one step closer.”
“This is like the dinosaurs from Jurassic Park being put on trial. ‘The fences were off; what was I supposed to do?'”
“I swear to god, if your preparing the dead involves your spider just eating him, I’m going to rage-quit this game.”
“Your spider can tie you to the tree.”
“That never ends well.”
“You could sleep with me.”
“That never ends well either!”
“I was sleeping on my spider’s back, so I was insulated from her by at least one spider.”
“How many halflings did this cost us?”
“Oooh, you’re so soft – what do you use on your fur?”
“See, I knew we’d be OK: he has an idea. I hope it involves digging in poop.”
“Twelve percent of a plan?”
“I said that.”
“I know, and I love it.”
“You don’t eat your shaman that quickly.”
“Shaman’s that good.”