“And everything’s all sticky.”
“Yeah, because someone keeps webbing everything.”
“I can grease it! It’ll make it better!”
“Are you saying druids aren’t people?”
“I’m not 100% sure they are, but I’m not 100% sure they’re not.”
“Are you calling me a windbag?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, so now fingers can go wherever you want and the user is not at fault! But several years ago…”
“The armor class is lower. I don’t know about that sheep business.”
“What do you mean ‘runs Legos’?”
“I was picturing him pouring them out and telling the kids to run across them.”
“I was thinking he was smuggling them across the border or something.”
“I thought he meant like D&D…”
“Four points of damage.”
“You don’t get to add strength?”
“I did add strength.”
“I think semantic spells are a totally different game.”
“I think the V is for semantics.”
“‘I don’t want out of the vines!'”
“Look, all I heard was restrained.”
“That’s how it starts.”
“48 points of damage, as I unleash Muradin’s wrath against this tree.”
“I’ve been playing with you long enough that I’m starting to believe all that ‘you’re using up the good rolls’ bullshit.”
“I use my Whisper spell. ‘Helppp meeeee.'”
“I can’t! I’m only slightly stronger than you!”
“Kudzu strikes again!”
“Yeah, three damage, one octave.”
“You know, as bad as it is, I’m still not getting into your tiny hut.”
“I could have had ents.”
“No. Because that’s how you get ents.”
“What – are you drinking ALL THE TIME?”
“I forget things. Also, I’m out of spells, so this is really just me pointing.”
“Is there anything nefarious you could do with a tiny replica of someone?”
“You’re really asking that question?”
“Who are you reporting?”
“Dipshit and dumbass.”
“I’m not intimidating!”
“I’m… pretty sure you are.”
“Were you trying for that almost-spittake, or…?”