“Did you fill in the halfling-eating part? Because I feel like that’s integral to who we are.”
“Where were we going?”
“The bad mountains.”
“Which bad mountains?”
“I have a really good idea of what ends this arc – “
“But we’re morons.”
“Five things.”
“Was one of them head towards the mountains?”
“I don’t know, but none of them are talking about who Scooby Doo met.”
“This is ridiculous.”
“I agree, this conversation is ridiculous. I did not need to know these things.”
“You know what smells worse than wet elk? Wet direwolf.”
“You know what doesn’t smell so bad at all? Wet dinosaur.”
“I’m concerned that this thunderstorm is caused by an elf peeing on our model of the universe.”
“Look, I got here when you did – I did not carve the effigy in the stone.”
“For once, I didn’t mess with it.”
“All right, who’s going to yell at the thunderstorm.”
“I’ve already got an appointment to yell at someone.”
“Well, I’m pretty sure Talfin didn’t want to put that into his mouth anyway. Because he rolled shitty for initiative.”
“This creature probably has 2 hit points left, and we’re just going to comedy of errors ourselves into failure.”
“I should like to scream, as a free action, in pure agony.”
“But he has advantage for putting it in his mouth. That sounds weird.”
“I think we should. I’m not known for having good ideas…”
“Farting loud enough to wake the dead?”
“I am a god. God knows what my bodily functions can do.”
“The spirit of toga blowing?”
“I never have a backup plan. I never have a plan to back up from.”
“How do you not have a sack?”
“Oh, I have a sack.”
“You want gnomes? Because that’s how you get gnomes.”
“Bear in mind that your answer needs to be good for the future campaign and bad for Palad personally.”
“And in the form of a question.”