“Yeah, but if he’s the normal one, then we have to start asking why he’s gaming with us again.”
“Social experiment.”
“You cannot be eccentric and poor. That’s just crazy. Money buys you the word.”
“I think we could look at everyone at this table and say, ‘Bucking the trend.’ Fashionable clothes? Bucking the trend. Manners? Bucking the trend.”
“You are our official fish head. Er… figurehead.”
“It’s like marking your territory.”
“Nah, I just piss on people.”
“I just piss off people.”
“But I didn’t think his head was gone.”
“I am never putting anything with the taste and texture of baby shit in my mouth again.”
“That raises all sorts of questions, but let’s move on…”
“Bryan’s going to be pissed off. The one time we got around to eating baby shit, he wasn’t here.”
“Sounds awesome. I can’t wait to go to this banana-hammock ball.”
“What is ‘of’?”
“Someone punch mini-Thor.”
“We don’t want more cannons ON it. We want them to float around it. We want the ioun stone of cannons. Ioun cannons!”
“Ineptitude is our only weapon.”
“But it’s extremely powerful.”
“That’s good, though. That way he won’t get tired out, and we get all the Concobriar.”
“If I give you your intestines, will you join our side?”
“The bell rings, and then I ring his bell, and then we go up on deck.”
“It’s almost like the game tried to teach us this earlier, so we’d know how to do this when it was time.”
“You should Photoshop a ‘You Should Be Here’ on one of those and send it to Bryan.”
“Nah, he knows he should be here.”
“Uh. I think your previous statement about it being something awesome is not true. Quite the opposite, in fact.”
“Yeah, he just shot a paralyzed man in the back.”
“Like a true pirate should.”
“If I have a -8, I can only hit stirges, apparently.”
“We’re going to drive him insane.”
“No, we’ll forget about it by next week…”
“You’re trying to disable people with axes?”
“Zero hit points is disabled…”
“Might as well be stabbing with the hat and flailing with the sword.”
“That’s how I feel with my axes…”
“There SHOULD be a save vs damage.”
“Yeah, it’s called armor.”
“Yeveny?”
“I’m going to harumph.”
“Mary’s going to keep every disease she can ever have. Then she’s going to give them to other people freely!”
“Blyds and I can test as captain, but I give it to him because he has no other useable skills.”
“I… I think he said to launder the sails.”
“Wash the sails. Dry-clean only, bitches.”