this life for rent

Cliff: I'm not a rule lawyer. I'm a rules paralegal.


LATER....

Jonathan: Oh rules paralegal, how much is a metal weapon?

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Kenny: You seem a decent fella, I hate to kill you.

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Jonathan: We have a sick man. Yeah, he's probably not going to make it. Well, more water for the rest of us.

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Kenny: Can I take 10?
Jonathan: You can take 10.
Kenny: I'm at 21.
Jonathan: Fuck.

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Kenny: Man's gotta eat, dwarves gotta mine.

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Cliff: (explaining certain rules of combat)
Kenny: The rules paralegal hath spoketh.

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Jonathan: Merchant will miss Larn.
Chris: (singsongy whisper) I miss you.

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Cliff: I'm not dead, I'm bleeding.
(rolls natural 20)

Group: Laughs and cheers

Jonathan: Bitch is back!
Blair: Essentially you bounced off the ground.

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Jonathan: Who is up next?
Group: (in unison) I don't know.
Jonathan: Right, that is up to me.

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Cliff: DON'T (pounds) YOU (pounds) DIE (pounds) ON (pounds) ME! is the extent of my medical knowledge.

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Blair: I don't think sitting on his chest is going to help.

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