“Stabbing people is a people skill! It’s got ‘people’ right in the name.”
“Well, being stabbed still has people in it, so that’s still a people skill, right?”
“I’m sorry, I’m still on the idea of the stork delivering dwarven babies to some sort of glorified compressed-air mail tube system…”
“Flaming hands?”
“Yes. Flaming wrists was not the right term.”
“Just tell me it’s a crit. This math thing? Nah. Is crit.”
“Yeah, you remember how I said Vee was going to stab the shit out of that?”
“You remember how I said there wouldn’t be a wolf there in a minute?”
“See, this thing is hard to hit!”
“I have a hero point… that didn’t help.”
“There’s only one way to find out if this is an electric fence!”
“There’s more than one way!”
“There’s only one way!”
“And he’s making water…”
“Horse cheers or hoarse cheers…?”
“Have you heard the story about stone soup? Let me introduce you to fish pouch jerky.”
“You know, if I could roll above the halfway point, I could do more damage…”
“I was born from the rock, bitch.”
“I don’t know how armor works; I don’t have any.”
“You wear it.”
“I don’t understand. You just get out of the way.”