erragal: (description of costumes at party...)

Mal: Wait a second, this universe has angels with halos and feathered wings? Why isn't anyone dressed like a sexy hound archon?

Mal: Man, if only they had realized that they could just keep the marauding adventuring party out by locking the doors. This would be the crappiest adventure ever.

chesh: One of these days, the gnome is going to wake up with his mouth full of expanding foam.

Mal:: And by "expanding foam," we mean semen. Tiefling semen.

Mal: The polearm is really the state fair version of a weapon. "It's a deep-fat fried sword! On a stick!"

Mal: Okay, before we go to harvest goblin ears I want to visit an otolaryngologist.

erragal: Sure. ...why ( Read more... )

Mal: (at the end of a long haggling session) "I say PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS"... 25!

erragal: Success!

J: I just need to go in and do some standard post-op stuff. You know, weight the animals, rub some antibiotic cream on their heads, lick them... it's weird how IACUC insists we lick the animals after surgery.

C: YOU ARE SO WEIRD

Eddi: There's a lever here. I'm gonna pull it. Any objections?

Mal: No, just give me a minute to put my spike-proof hat on.

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Abbie: Should I cast 'Thunderwear'?
James/Mal: "Thunderwear?!"
Abbie: Er, 'Thunderwave.'
Mal: Awesomest. Spell. Ever.