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Tyler: Wait! How are you doing poison damage? I'm not eating you!

Tyler: Your hat tastes like cupcakes. The texture's a little off.

Mike: I didn't want to murder him; I just wanted to punish him for attacking me with a fricking dinosaur.

Tyler: Okay, fine, I'm a mercenary. Let me look up my name.

Mike: A phantom mimic could be a chair.
Casey: Don't give the DM ideas!

Ian: I pull out my book. "See, a holyphant. And it says right here, 'They kick a lot of ass in this situation.'"

Tyler: You don't know his motivations, but obviously part of it was being a jerk.

Tyler: So you're like licking your finger and sticking it in his ear and going, "I'm not attacking you!"

Ian: When I'm eating acid, I too find myself holding hands with a unicorn.

Tyler: It tastes like a tire.
Kenneth: How do I know what a tire tastes like?
Tyler: You do now.