Pathfinder, 3/3
“Where the hell did I get an accent?”
“Uh, you picked it up off one of the dead bodies and equipped it?”
“Which one is Hubris?”
“Hope – uh – Pride.”
“No, which character?”
“Silly dwarf, air doesn’t burn.”
“The wood-chipper is your new religion? You’re a wood-chippist?”
Non-Pathfinder night, 3/1
“So… Chinese food, cookies, and beer?”
“What can I say? I’m into health food.”
“You can look at three paintings by Michelangelo per day, […] and one for each of the other turtles.”
“We’re no more vicious than any other group, I think.”
“It’s hard to tell, never having been part of any other group…”
“I’m gonna punch you so fucking hard, you’re gonna die three years ago.”
“I don’t think ‘I’m going to get all the guns to defend myself from my girlfriend after she watches this movie’ is a good plan!”
“If he missed the lake, how is he going to remember the train tracks?”
“You don’t see anything, either of you.”
“That’s not unusual.”