“I don’t like that chair there – I want it over here.”
“This is why we can’t have nice things over there.”
“Nevertheless, I walk around with sticks of meat between my fingers like some sort of meat-based Wolverine.”
“I mean, I had this otherworldly voice that said the ball is firmly in our court, so…”
“I think he’s making that feat up.”
“It does sound like he’s making it up, doesn’t it?”
“You’re the stick man; you figure it out. When I come back, there better be pudding on a stick.”
“…Impressive. I didn’t know you could read.”
“As you look at it, it redefines what you thought the world was.”
“Definitely redefines the world – their island is in the middle, and that’s just not right.”
“Again, smile goes all the way across!”
“That doesn’t mean it’s sincere; it’s just less false.”
“Well, technically if it holds 10 minutes of air, doesn’t that mean that after 10 minutes, the food is vacuum-sealed?”
“We have heard your city-state is rich in lumber. What kinds of trees do you have?”
“Tall. Straight. Girth.”
“Did we just get invaded? I feel like we just got invaded.”
“You are not speaking to a biped. This is a serpent.”
“Well, I’m not going to ask for a hug.”
“Boy, we just can’t escape salted fish in Pathfinder 2e.”