“Pocket biscuit?”
“How long has that been in your pocket?”
“I mean, time is…”
“Too long.”
“We’ve searched the whole entire city. I’m sure I can find something to wrap it in.”
“I’d close my eyes before I open this. But if you close your eyes, you won’t see the surprise.”
“It may be more neatly written than yours.”
“I have 10 points in scribing.”
“I wrote half of it.”
“…After 2 pages, you’re proofreading.”
“Did you just say jerky bush…?”
“No? I said jerky mush.”
“Ah. A critical difference of one letter.”
“Just because Death is accepting applicants again doesn’t mean the undead vanished.”
“Did you both say the same thing…?”
“Trust me, I get enough honesty from these two without lighting the candle.”
“What does it taste like?”
“…Fish?”
“Black licorice is condemning enough; you don’t need to add rotten fish.”
“I wouldn’t make the rock too big for you. Now, Hoplite Hernia over here…”
“I feel like whatever injury he takes, it’s gonna be named after him.”
“Twenty future corpses?”
“See how much nicer his shoulders are when there’s a clean cut above them.”
“I in fact have done nothing to these people. If only because my initiative is at the end of the line.”
“That’s the one you hit multiple times.”
“Twice!”
“That’s more than one!”
“That would be way cooler if it fell apart in two pieces and you got both rolls.”