All right, I'll admit it: I have no idea what the source of this line is.
OOPC, when Roy and Vaarsuvius first meet, Roy asks what V's skills are. V (of course) comes up with a long-winded speech with lots of verbose words explaining how he has mastered the laws of physics. Roy says he's hired. V says something like "you only hired me because I'm smart and you're not".
Roy then responds with a verbose and long-winded speech of how he needs a spontaneous exothermic reaction of at least the minimum combustion temperature of necrothermis. V just stares incredulously and asks "... you mean you want me to cast fireballls on the undead you expect to fight?"
To sound the retreat now would further dishonor the sacrifice of every hobgoblin that has died here.
I may not be able to change the fact that I ordered them to their deaths, but I can damn well make certain they weren't in vain.
Order every hobgoblin, zombie, ghoul, or whatever else we have to charge that breach in the wall, and not to stop until they can feel the ocean spray on their faces.
We're going to win this war NOW.
Goblins: "Hi, we're here to kill everyone?"
OK! *bonk* *bonk*
Thog! This isn't working! thog reluctantly forced to agree!
I worship the ancient elven god of knowledge, keeper of secrets so mighty that even the smallest taste of them would shatter your sanity! My devotion to his arcane mysteries is absolute! I shall never renounce him! Never! Do you hear me? NEVER! NEVER!
I'll throw in a free coffee maker.
Does it do espresso?
That ... is considerably more resistance than I was expecting.
So, uh ... run away?
*sniff* This is the happiest moment of my life.
Your approval fills me with shame.
My vengeance shall be prolonged, diminutive cretin.
Sorry, Roy. I just don't trust you enough to believe that you lied.
Vomit. Now. ... And aim for the halfling.
Apparently, getting your ass kicked is now a part of this complete breakfast.
So, I've met someone who is everything I thought I wanted, and I find that I really just want to kick her in the head.
Love is an epic-level challenge.
Ahhhh ... there it is.
Please explain why we're suddenly in such a hurry.
Four words: Out of fudge ripple. oh, little ice cream friends! thog delays boredom-driven rampage only for you!
Why soak me with rice wine? To humiliate me?
Because halflings are good at throwing things other than daggers.
It's as true today as when I started adventuring: "When in doubt, set something on fire."
Loki: Dude, don't taunt the god-killing abomination.
Chef: "Halfling Drop Soup."
Roy's Spot and Listen checks are too low to watch us all of the time, you androgynous twit.
Your doom shall be swift and silent -- like the owl.
Gordium called -- they have a knot that you might want to take a look at.
Huh. What was I just talking about, again? I think it was important.
I am ... uncertain.
Ffft. Like I listen.
*sigh* thog fears he will never again know the majesty of the gumdrop mountains.
Can I get through just ONE foreboding monologue without the half-orc upstaging me? Geez!
Yokyok: Hello. My name is Yokyok. You killed my father. Prepare to die.
Shojo's Wizard: You know, I didn't NEED to be a wizard. It's not like I enjoy ferrying adventurers all over the place ... I coulda been a baker, you know. They said my cherry turnovers were the best they ever tasted. Bundt, bundt, bundt, bundt ...
not nale. not-nale. thog help nail not-nale, not nale. and thog knot not-nale while nale nail not-nale. nale, not not-nale, now nail not-nale by leaving not-nale, not nale, in jail.
Guard: Pleading insanity, then?
You might want to mention that at your next performance review. It might get you that raise you really want. Get it? A "raise"? Because you're dead? A "Raise Dead"? HA!
Meh. They can't all be winners, you know. Gotta save the A-material for the PCs.
Aw, man! I lost twice. I suck.
That was friggin' fantastic. I wish this was a democracy so I could vote for that guy.
Really? Because right now I feel like he's been too soft on crime. Specifically, yours.
The knowledge that the fate of the entire multiverse hinges on their every action must be a terrible burden, haunting them constantly.
Who's up fer Parcheesi??
What the hell, OK.
If you see any of your allies, kill them and keep their magic items for yourself.
You got it, boss.
While singing the complete score to "Meet Me In St. Louis."
At least now I can get back to enjoying my glass of elven wine in peace and quiet, without being called on to intervene in someone else's problems.
Clang, clang, clang goes the trolley!
Git away from me, ye daft fool!
Ring, ring, ring, goes the bell!
thog wonders how thog will cope with life outside jailhouse walls. prison changed thog.
We were only in there for 40 minutes. prison changed thog quickly.
EPISODE 394 TITLE: "Hell hath exactly as much fury"
Oh, yeah? So, what, you think you could have come up with something more clever than Nale did?
... ok, that's the first 400. Enough time wasted for today.
You can call me Draz. Trophies:
So, Uncle Xykon, what's the moral of the story? A big pile of spells isn't enough when the other guy has a big pile of spells AND the strength to crush your windpipe with his bare phalanges. And they died happily ever after. The End.
After almost being killed by my cunningly clever and devilishly handsome twin brother, Nale, I find that I am looking at everything in a different light. Everything, including you, Haley. I don't know how I never noticed how beautiful you are before. It probably has something to do with my overpowering mental defects and my annoyingly childish persona.
No, really? Think how testy I can get, and I'm only the "Empress of Blood" for a few days every month. - Haley
And, of course:
I AM A SEXY SHOELESS GOD OF WAR!
Hero of Oakvale, Reach, Installation 00, The Black Family Estate, Malta, Atlantis, Brightwall, Lumbridge, Mom's Basement, Bowerstone, Falconreach, Battleon, Korthos Village, WW3, WW2, Pacific City, The Ark, Arkham City, Varrock, The Dwarvern Mines, the Warsworn, Aleroth, Canneroc, the Companions, the Dark Brotherhood, Whiterun, Skyrim, Tamriel, Korriban, the Rebel Alliance, and gods only know what else.
"Silence Haley's latent bisexuality."
"TALKY-MAN BROKE THOG'S TUSK!"
"Guess what spell I cast before giving this to the bird."
Oracle:"Welcome to the village of Lickmyorangeballshalfling"
Tarquin:"If I win, I get to be a king. If I lose, I get to be a legend."
Tsukiko:"Why don't...you love...me?"
"Follow the bouncing ball, children."
"Paper beats rock!"
"Mass Enlarge Person!"
"Deny. Deny. Deny. Deny the pychopathic egomaniac!"
"You'll excuse me, of course, if I just go fix the world while you rot!"
"Oh. Oh no. I wouldn't touch your skinny uptight ass with a standard-issue 10-ft. pole, you overbearing self-righteous bitch"
"THAT'S how I use my Intelligence score in combat, DUMBASS!"
"It's not a bug, it's a feature.
And most importantly: "I'M A SEXY, SHOELESS GOD OF WAR!"
(When O-Chul takes his phylactery) Hey, what would all your paladin buddies say if they saw you picking pockets? You know, if I hadn't murdered them all.
"Humanoids. You think that just because my kind has stats for every stage of growth, it is perfectly acceptable to murder our children. Let us see how much XP your brood is worth, shall we? It will only take a few minutes. Who knows? Maybe I'll go all the way and skin your mate alive for a garment. Perhaps a hat."
--The Black Dragon from the Starmetal Cave
"Look at the fear in their eyes."
"Have they ever looked at you that way?"
"Will they ever look at you any other way now?"
-Ganonron, Haera, and Jephton(the soul splices)
Normally, this sort of display is more my colleague's bailiwick...
...but your choice in decór forced me to summon my own interior decorators.
By which I mean they will be decorating mostly with your interiors.
No, no, see, this IS the alternate universe, I need to find my way back home to the real world.
Actually wait--never mind, stop looking.