We’re being lead by an idiot with a crayon.
You wouldn’t know a clue if it danced in front of you with a T-Shirt that read ‘I’m a clue.
In my experience, boys are predictable. As soon as they think of something, they do it. Girls are smarter – they plan ahead. They think about not getting caught.
D’Arvit!
The problem is that I know the textbook answers to any question you care to ask.
I’m right there with you, darlin’. Unless you step on a landmine, in which case I’m way back in the Operations Room.
If it looks like a Dwarf, and it smells like a Dwarf, then it’s probably a Dwarf or a latrine wearing dungerees.
I am charging you with the protection of my mother and friends, not to mention keeping my younger self off the Internet. He is as dangerous as Opal.
What’s that supposed to mean? A wolf’s head on a stick. Big wolf barbecue tonight? Bring your own wolf?
Stay back, human. You don’t know what you’re dealing with.
I’m the crazy girly captain, Remember?
No, I don’t think you understand just how stupid goblins are. Let me give you an example. One of the B’wa Kell generals, and this is their top fairy, was caught caught trying to pass off forged credit slips by signing his own name.
Shut up, Julius! I mean, quiet a moment, Commander.
If Koboi defeats and presumably murders us both then you can consider the debt null and void.
I don’t suppose you would consider peaceful surrender?
Certainly, Doctor. Let’s talk about your chair. Victorian?
Everyone says that I have no sense of humor, then I construct a perfectly sound pun around a well-known psychological condition, and it is ignored.
I’m not threatening you. I’m just informing you of police procedure. If you continue to obstruct me, I remove the obstruction, in this case you, and proceed to the next command.
Excuse me, Captain. Are you two going to weep salty tears of admiration over a helmet all night, or do we have matters to discuss?
Artemis simple-toon.