“I didn’t know you were an Inquisitor, Jon.”
“Yeah, I just haven’t inquisited anyone yet.”
“I can assure you that Agai is unlikely to surrender unless you can make ME cry.”
“Sorry, we’re not going to play Go Fish with armor class here.”
“He reaches into his ear… for his necklace… no, he doesn’t reach into his ear…”
“Are those Whose Line Is It Anyway points?”
“Sarah, +1 point for role-playing the smoke damage…”
“That’s not smoke inhalation, that’s chip inhalation.”
(In a room full of fire) “It’s not going to be a problem that I have a +1 Flaming crossbow, right?”
“So what I’m hearing here is an owlbear-monk air strke.”
“Just goes to show you – whether it be a giant cyclops or a wooden floor, there’s no obstacle we can’t punch through.”
“We killed Agai and got his bag of holding.”
“Can we kill Another Guy?”
“That’s his brother.”
“We’ve got the entire dungeon to ourselves? Why are we busting out?”
“Hard labor in the medical grade salt mine?”
“Look on the bright side. Everyone else who dies before us will be well-spiced jerky…”
“That’s too bad, because I don’t have rules for awakening my sentience over time.”
“Do you know how hard it was to find a king who likes owlbears and kobolds?”
“We found out what happened!”
“He turned the fucking map sideways and everyone fell off!”
“This guy is on the cover. Trust me, you’re going to get a turn.”
“We’ve gone from fishing from armor class to fishing for damage?”
“It’s a little too hot of a lead. We need a lukewarm lead.”