“Let’s beach this mushroom cap.”
“Straight towards the bird.”
“Yeah.”
“Caveat: I’m going to stick along the wall, because I firmly believe I’m a ninja right now.”
“And Kleo, how are you approaching?”
“With poise and determination.”
“Straight towards the duck?”
“Yeah.”
“Ra, ra, red, hit it in the head!”
“Ah, not the head.”
“Ra, ra, cloaca, hit it till it ache-a?”
“Kacey, I have a problem.”
“You don’t know what’s nearest to you.”
“Ok, I have two problems. I don’t know what’s closest to me, and I have a terrible plan in mind, but it requires breaking the law of the berserk – but I think is well within the spirit.”
“What is it?”
“I want to get on the duck’s back so I can more effectively hit it with my axe.”
“Don’t lick the fish. We’ve done that before.”
“That was one time!”
“Commodore Garlic was the bad guy the whole time.”
“They’re about the size of the dwarf when he’s curled up in a fetal position after taking the damage.”
“I don’t curl up in the fetal position. I just continue to take the damage.”
“How expensive was the sending?”
“It’s just a spell.”
“I guess it’s unreasonable to send 25 curse words. Well, 24 curse words and one ‘YOU’.”