“Well, he’d be like eating a donut hole, and you’d be like eating a donut, if you’re looking for scale.”
“I’m going to shoot it in the face, despite the fact that it will then see me.”
“I can skirmish him! No. Wait, I can move myself! I will skirmish myself 2 yards away.”
“There’s probably somewhere to go inside the mouth.”
“Its butthole, probably.”
“That depends…”
“So, no vorpal butthole.”
“Please continue, while the muscle continues to talk.”
“So does it look like it’s coming down on our dumb mages?”
“No, orc. Not alcove.”
“Yeah, but he’s way more likely to get hit.”
“Are you meat-puppeting them again? Bad orc!”
“Well, me and my two hitpoints are gonna go back into the building.”
“Then I’m going to hit one from the roof. Let’s call it George.”
“If it moves, you go with it.”
“You’re now riding it.”
“So the one that hits the ground – ”
“George.”
“…If you want to call it that, you can, but I’m not going to.”
“Awww, they’re fleshy on the inside.”
“Soylent plates are made of people!”
“Give you a +2 to hit, from jumping and gravity.”
“Oh, awesome! I wasn’t prepared to roll damage.”
“She was down to 2, and I don’t know what you were down to – ”
“Belligerent.”
“The only thing I can see that we’ve done wrong – ”
“Psh. The only thing?”