“You know, we don’t have to split the party. We could all run.”
“You know, knowing the names of these things doesn’t help.”
“Constance looks at it for a moment, nods resolutely to herself, and heads back to the door.”
“And that is what it looks like when somebody nopes the fuck out.”
“Nope, we can’t shell it. There’s innocent people here.”
“You think they’re innocent?”
[following hand gestures clearly meaning ‘kill him’]
“I have to – ”
“No, you don’t. Kill. Him.”
“And nobody wants confused balls.”
“That’s right! He was the shotgun coozy.”
“That one burns so much, your character in Ravenloft gets 10 xp.”
“That one burns so much, my character in Wraith gets Angst.”
“You… are both in melee with him. How lovely.”
“I Princess Bride my way down the hill.”
“And there’s a frog person. It seems to be just as surprised to see you as you are to see it.”
“And I pull the trigger.”
“I will hold my fire and let her get past.”
“Thank you.”
“Maybe not to cover, but I’ll let her get past.”
“I let out a very manly, appropriately British girlie scream.”
“In that that’s where I keep it, not that I want to get into my pants.”
“Don’t do it!”
“Do it! It can’t get any stupider!”
“That’s a failure of imagination on your part.”
“No, no, I still think there are people with guns chasing me.”
“There are!”
“I’m going to try to remove the spells from the fish-man.”
“We’re going to have to stop for groceries on the way back to England.”
“He has pockets?”
“He was wearing a suit!”
“I thought he meant swimsuit.”
“We’ve already got a puddle of shoggoth; we don’t need any more shit.”
“It makes a loud screeching noise. We both stop and cuss.”
“You don’t command your peons from a cubicle.”
“You’ve never been in Corporate America.”
“Really? And I thought I was arrogant.”
“No, he’s just well-funded.”
“You’re of a similar gender. Search her!”
“I really only adequately search corpses.”
“To be fair, your character may not know that you can’t get a spark plug out of a steam engine.”
“Don’t start with me, humans. There’s only three of you left.”
“Quickly, but casually, so as to not arouse any suspicion – but still get the fuck out.”
“It’s called landing; there should be land involved.”
“You know what rowboats don’t do well with?”
“Vicky?”
“Grenades.”
“You’re being chased. By rowboats, granted, but you are being chased.”
“So a rifle round is going to come in, meet some stuff, and leave.”
“So I will find out whether it’s possible, in Call of Cthulhu, to kill a 90 foot yacht with a machine gun.”