“Well, finally, we finished the journey to morgue drawer.”
“They don’t have vacuum-drawers.”
“I lived a whole life in there! I knew people! I betrayed them! They deserved it!”
“You know, there’s a question I asked a decade ago when I joined this group that I’m not going to ask now: what happens when I pull the cable?”
“You see something slump to the ground, like it fell out of one of the bins.”
“Good job.”
“You broke it.”
“That’s why you think everything is connected! We’re all plugged in together!”
“…and the matriarchy that kept the orcs down, so we need to burn it all down – sorry, was that out loud?”
“We can’t burn it all down. One of those is you. And one of those is me!”
“I’m going to try, as passively as I can, to put them back to sleep.”
“I believe he just used the electricity word.”
“If your goal was to render it unconscious, it just drops, like… a chicken…”
“Miss. MISS. Something actually missed me for the first time, ever!”
“Because this is crazy talk, and this is crazy talk, but this might just be crazier.”
“Ironically, you’re not wrong. However, you’re also horribly not right.”
“The first row is at dick height; the second row is at hand height.”
“Herd them or hurt them? Because you are herding them them somewhere.”
“Propelling him into the ‘open the door’ position.”
“Oh, so you cast ‘Open Door’?”
“My sheet is defective!”
“That’s why I printed a whole new stack of them.”
“But I’d already written on this one!”
“Sivaak! You know how I keep telling you not to shock me? Shock me!”
“Uh… you’re an elf.”
“You’re an orphan, aren’t you? I knew it!”
“Inflicting damage to my friends is abhorrent to me.”
“Apparently inflicting damage to the enemy is also abhorrent to you.”
“Sorry. Sorry. Saurian.”