GM: Illithid coaster! Angel: Illithid poster? GM: Illithid poser. Me: Yo yo yo, you down wit' dat brain-suckin', yo? GM: Yo, brother, what up? Me: Talk to da tentacle, maaaan... Bri: Is it safe to come back?
Angel: Could you please change over to Mozilla and scroll up three lines so I no longer see "theres nothing quite like the feeling of a 60 year old woman shoving her cold, gloved, ky-jellied-up fingers up your vagina trying to touch your cervix" when I look at your computer? Jefe: Anyone who seconds that motion, raise your hand... Hands go up around the room.
Jefe: Why don't you perform surgery on her and take her clit?
GM: He's really not a bad guy. Aside from being a vampire. Jefe: Everyone has problems.
James: What kind of lock? GM: The kind that goes on books Bri: Oh, a book-lock.
Angel (apparently randomly): I kill it. Really damn fast.
Me: Well, if leaving a trail of shattered innocence in my wake is horrible, I might be guilty of that.
Angel: Can I eat my ice cream now, or does it all have to go on my nose first? Me: Nose.
Angel: I'd feel like I was walking around in a giant body condom. Me: Practise safe psionics!
Me: I'd like you to go meet my mother, my sisters, and their entourage. Jefe: Your family is...Not dyslexic, um...dysfunctional.
Angel: I just buffed myself. All my psionics buff myself. All my spells buff myself.... Me: She's spit-shiny!
Jefe: If anyone cares, my performance check was 35... Me: Karaoke after the battle!
GM: No, only one of the drow was a littly nancy. And he's the one who stabbed himself in the foot. (pantomimes, with lisp) I'm gonna shoot you...owww!
Bri: Good. I killed something.
Me (to James): Your platonic good looks will not affect me, daemon-boy.