“See? Well bad. WELL. BAD.”
“Even if his feet aren’t technically on the ground, he is still ballast. With a rope, that matters.”
“You are now pulling a rope that is basically tied to a giant orc.”
“I am angry that it took a part of me and is now wearing it as a tie.”
“It’s actually wearing it as a spleen.”
“I am roaring up there with my jaw agape and a bandage in my hands.”
“He’s not killing them; he’s just moving them away. He might as well be using a spatula.”
“Once I have very calmly finished my bandaging, I turn tail and run.”
“Is there girly screaming involved?”
“No, we’re going to assume that was a steam pipe…”
“One of them saw Sivaak run up and then run away, and I was going to see if they were smart enough to think he was doing something important. A three is not going to do it…”
“I am going to stab it in the face, if it has a face.”
“This combat crap is for the birds. I am putting as much distance as possible between myself and these… things. And then I’m going to get out the duct tape and heal myself.”
“Is this the one you’re going to fail?”
“Yes. I’m going to roll three 1s… one of the dice is going to catch on fire and fly off the table…”
“You don’t get to take that piece of flesh back.”
“I did. It’s pinned to my shirt.”
“And it takes a large chunk of you and attaches it to itself.”
“Nooo.”
“Jim! You are now attacking your own liver. Do you think it’ll hurt when you hit it?”
“It’s hurting me now…”
“It grows a tongue so it can lick its own claw, because it knows it’s going to die next.”
“So what I’m hearing here is that we are on the trail of an anti-agrarian mecha-zoo.”
“…That’s a conclusion… that someone… might come to…”
“God, I love it when he looks at me that way… and then I run away.”
“Don’t worry. We didn’t take parts out of the horses. We don’t do that kind of thing.”
“Well, I’m loaded with information.”
“I heard you were loaded…”