“[The bear trap] would reach almost to our waists…”
“…take a human form and swat at you?”
“…Swat?”
“Uh… you’re not Gothy enough to summon crows.”
“Next character, halfling real estate agent…”
“It’s now hovering over the pit. You know what to do.”
“Meh. They’re elves. What are they going to do, be androgynous at us?”
“Who ever put a square of protection around anything?”
“Smarmoset??”
“He turned into a glowy little eidolon of love…”
“I’m going to try to make a doll, as a human child might play with. So, y’know, I’m going to leave the beard off…”
“What are these things at the end of my arms? WHAT ARE THESE THINGS AT THE END OF MY ARMS?!”
“He’s become one of us, Kevin. He’s got a knife and he just wants to cut something.”
“I know what turns a hand into a fist!”
“…Tendons?”
“Yes, generally.”
*pause* “Penguins?”
“I think my pony was soaking up my mojo.”
“Consecrate doesn’t work against the unsightly.”
“The chalupacabra?”
“Oh. All the stuff he does in Eskimo parts?”
“Is that your expression helmet?”