DM: I've always wanted to have a neighbor just like you. I've always wanted to live in a neighborhood with you.

HE: (Certain death is better than this) Yaahh! ((Charges Lizardmen))

DM: (And he wanted me to charge them alone. As if I'd fall for that old "one, two, four" routine.)

AH: Shouldn't we go help Heresy?

DM: He can take care of himself.

AH: I don't know. It's four to one odds.

BS: Amanda's right. Let's charge them on the count of three.

DM: Ok. ((Gets into a sprinter's starting stance))

AH: (This is like kicking a dog) Brian, I don't...

BS: OneTwoFour!

DM: ((Takes off)) Yaahh!

AH: ...think we should do this.

BS: Well, that's my evil deed for the day. ((Gets back to his manual))

AH: Oh well, might as well enjoy this. ((Pours herself a refreshing Fizzy Cola from the Long Range Communicator/Fizzy Cola Dispenser [which I will now abbreviate LRC/FCD])) This should be interesting.

BS: Say, may I have a refreshing cup of Fizzy Cola?

AH: Why certainly, Mister Sullivan. ((Pours Brian a cup))

BS: Thank you, Miss Hocker.

Meanwhile...

HE: Take this, you Commie Pinko Lizardman. ((Wields sack of doorknobs))

L1: Ouch! I say, watch where you're throwing that. Someone could get hurt.

L2: Most uncivilized.

L3: A rather uncouth individual

DM: ((Arriving)) Eat cold hard doorknobs, Lizard scum!

L4: Quite violent these humans.

HE: Have at thee, fiends!

DM: Fear the wrath of the Vicious Circle, amphibians!

L1: Why, the mouths of those two.

L2: Their mouths should be washed out with soap, they should be.

L3: Tsk. Tsk. What would your mums think.