Phloxin: Here, have a feces. No, not a feces, a phallus.
Jefe: Because those are common.
Bri: Generic animal companion is frolicking in the woods.
Bri: Is there something wrong with your eyes?
Me: No, I got them from my mother. She's evil.
Me: I'm going to walk up to the bar and order a glass of water and a small mouse.
Phloxin: The monkey rubs you a bit wrong.
Josh: That's why he doesn't want it undead. 'Cause you can't suck an undead monkey.
Phloxin: The whores on the street say "We got stuck at Stuckey's!" They have T-shirts.
Me: My mother summoned me.
Bri: She wants her eyes back.
Me: And she's sitting with the monkey.
Jefe: Yes. They're together.
And then I went and sat somewhere to talk to someone in the bar, and I quit taking quotes.
