“You can check for traps. Typically done by saying, ‘Morgan, open this door.'”
“I’ll take the 26 instead of sacrificing Morgan.”
“Is it clear?”
“Probably.”
“If I really wanted to screw with somebody, that’s what I’d do. Write something in a perfectly normal hallway. I like to screw with people.”
“Not that I don’t trust you both, but…”
“Been battling gangs for so long, I’ve forgotten how to attack a mudskipper…”
“I mean, if I was attacking the centipede, I’d have to cover my own centipede’s eyes.”
“You’re not going to write a poem?”
“I’m not a poet! I dated one once.”
“I’m doing this. I don’t write or speak Elvish. If you want to do that, get your own damn chalk.”
“…I swear to god, if this is Frogger.”
“Oh. I assume you had a block and tackle.”
“NO! I didn’t even have arrows when I got here!”
“And you don’t get proficiency, because you’re not proficient in fish throwing.”
“You don’t know what we’ve been practicing in the dorms!”
“Commodore Garlic lands in what, if you had to name it, is the breadbasket of the water elemental and is absorbed.”
“It tastes kind of fishy in here…?”
“Sushi shake.”
“Well, the blue one is the chum elemental.”
“But you have your full round of actions. All that movement was free. So was the damage.”