raymond: ok, padré. you just hook up the tube charges like that, this, that, and yank the det-cord once we're all in the clear. got it?
jace: uh... *fumbles. badly*
*horrendous kablooie*
dagonet: welp, i'm k.o.... again.
jace: that's the last time i listen to you! i thought you said you had demolition experience!
raymond: i was team leader! i had demolition experts to boss around!
dm: and i can see why he put that in the plural!

dm: a nearly 3m tall humanoid shape made of metal comes out of the clearing smoke.
raymond: *fumbles knowledge* MAN OF IRON!! MAN OF IRON!!
mister ecks: worse! it's a necron!
jace: NECRON! NECRON! *beat* what the hell is a necron?!
dm: you see six very confused humans in front of you.
necron: what the hell is a human?!

raymond: sangre de la virgen!
dm: i'm pretty sure he looks up expressions in weird dialects just for these sessions.

ross *hiding behind a barrel*: is it friendly?
lux: move over until we know for sure! *hides behind the same barrel*

raymond: ok, respounchous, what's your name?
necron: are you nobility?
raymond: yes! *shows letters of nobility*
necron: call me "lord", meatbag.
raymond: right-o, respounchous.

(to wit, that's basically calling someone "longshanks").

necron: i'll carry your injured teammate, meatbag.
dagonet: i really hope i sleep through this.
jace: goodbye, dag', nice knowing you!

dm: last rites are not administered via bolt pistol!
dagonet: thank goodness!

dm: a wild zoanthrope appears! your demolition charges woke it from its nap. it's cranky aaaaand... hits ross.
ross: aw crud. *warp blast* that hurts like hell!
dagonet: thank you for being my shield this time around!

raymond: oh, that has got to die.... MIREPOIX!! *crits repeatedly*
dm: you know your hellgun is the reason i throw big monsters at you guys, right?
raymond: the battle-cry does most of the work.

dagonet: yay! i'm awake!
jace: *slapping dagonet silly* wake! up! dag! it's! time! to! fight!
dagonet: i am awake!

ross: i'm awake now too!
jace: *slaps him silly anyway*
ross: why'd you slap me?!
jace: consistency.

drunk ork: *loud burp* wan' sum, 'umie?
dm: he offers his tankard.
raymond: *sniffs* that's refined prometheum!!
jace: think i can steal his bottle? i'm low on flamer fuel.

raymond: i saw my teammate come back from the brink of death twice. i've fragged critters i didn't even know existed, we're best friends with a 10ft tall metal monster from before time immemorial, and a drunk ork is offering me a drink of prom' speaking high gothic better than i can! i'm either too sober or too drunk to deal with this!
jace: maybe you're just tired!
dagonet: i know i'm not, i've slept through 9 of the 11 hours of the mission!

jace: we're not killing those mercs! they're allies of the holy imperium of mankind!
dagonet: for all you know, they're cultists and worshippers of chaos.
jace *readying flamer*: purge the unclean!$

*big explosion*
jace and raymond in chorus: not my fault!!