Raquel: “Look, I’m not interested in dealing with Thanos and his Hand of Fate.”
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GM: “(Groans) I heard what you said there.”
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NPC: “Get down!”
Raquel: “Yeah, I’ll drop into the fecal position.”
Daska: “Uh--?”
Raquel: “I know what I said.”
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GM: “It is not happy writing, and given the current context, you’re going to assume it’s full of boom-juice.”
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Raquel: “You might want to move away from the barrels of explody-boom-juice.”
Daska: “Wha? OH! [Expletive deleted]!”
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Raquel: “Bring another barrel, we’re almost out of boom-juice. Throw this nearly-empty barrel down the tower at those people climbing up.”
Daska: “Light it on fire and throw it.”
Raquel: “Let’s not do that.”
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Melissa: “I
do not want it to be canon that I sneeze my bees out!”
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Melissa: “I’m okay if they live inside me, but I’m demanding veto power about them living in my sinuses!”
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Melissa: “Okay, I’ve decided they can live in my nose. It won’t come out of my head.
And I’ll wind up drawing it so you’re all going to suffer with me.”
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GM: “You’re not sure if this is normal for here or not . . . but this is a goblin, in a dress, wearing a wig.”
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(After a phenomenally good margin-based roll.)
GM: “You’ll have more points after I nerf that power. Don’t make me get all Statesman up in here.”