“My friends – “
“Oooh, we’re friends now!”
“Did you just dab?”
“He kissed his guns.”
“I thought he dabbed. I don’t know which one is worse, though.”
“I’m not making a calendar.”
“…That was a very pointed denial.”
“It’s actually kind of hot.”
“How hot?”
“Well, scorching for me. Let’s call it 90.”
“Celsius?!”
“Look, I only squirt on myself in private. It’s between me and the spirits, baby.”
“Maybe you’re one of those guys in town where they go to rob the tea merchant and you’re like 9th level and kick the shit out of them.”
“Quit adding more details! I left to carnivorous and cane back to poisonous!”
“Mildly!”
“You have a hero point.”
“I do! Let’s try that again – no, you know what, we’re just going to pretend that didn’t happen and that spell slot is expended and move on with life, shall we?”
“Stick your head in this bucket and breathe deep!”
“We should not take the corpse.”
“We should leave it for the family.”
“We should leave it, and I don’t care what happens to it after that. They can eat it, they can not…”
“I think that would depend on how you presented it.”
“With a catapult.”
“I lost my dignity ages ago.”
“Darryl was about to say, ‘Word travels fast,’ but then I remembered that Edragon has a spell that literally lets him pass messages, so… unphased.”
“This is the mural of ‘shit we want dead,’ right?”
“Until you leave, this is your home.”
“So I can rearrange the furniture?”