GM: I should give you a bonus to AC for the rivets on your nipples. Bri: Don't piss me off, I'll run at you full-speed.
Bri: He's going to be a bard. Angel: We have a nance!
Dash: Because you have a thing for drow boys. Completely platonically, of course.
GM: Don't cast Ray of Frost on elves. Those nipples are deadly.
Me: I'm outfitting the boy. Properly. Angel: If you start picking up levels of cleric, I'm going to be worried.
Angel: Yes. I'm making confession. Of a drow priestess in training. Dash: Forgive me, Father, for I have fucked every man in existence. GM: When you're done, he goes to have a cigarette, then comes back...
GM (to Bri): Hey, glittertits! Bri: I'm going to have to go look that up in the Tolkien dictionary online. Dash: I seriously doubt 'tit' has been translated into Elvish.
Jeff: Hi! What are you doing on the surface? Me: Buying clothes.
Me: Would it make you feel better if I were trying to kill you?