LK: What, me?

GC: Yes, you.

LK: Why can't we use this? {Waves remote control}

GC: I'm an old-fashioned girl.

LK: {Blank stare}

GC: Well, we won't be needing that anymore. {Starts gesturing}

LK: Wait until I let go of the remote!

GC: (Hmph, this is an easy shot) *WHOOSH* {Engulfs the bard in a fireball}

LK: Urk. {Falls down}

GC: Oops.

45 minutes later...

Trancer (TR): {Done patching up Leicky} What's this? {Holds up the undamaged remote}

GC: It's a remote control. {Starts gesturing}

TR: What are you doing, Goddess?

GC: Stay still medic. *WHOOSH* {Engulfs Trancer in a fireball}

TR: Ack! {Falls down}

GC: By the Lords of Kobol! Missed again!

LK: Maybe it would help if the fireball wasn't the size of a house?

45 minutes later...

TR: {Wrapped up like a grey mummy} Mmph! (Not again! You'll pay for this, bard!)

LK: {Holding an almost empty roll of duct tape} Hey, it's all I could find.

TR: Mmph? (What about my medical kit?)

LK: {Looks down} Oh. That. Oops.

TR: Mmph. (I hate bards)

LK: At least I remembered to put in holes for your eyes and mouth this time.

GC: {Looking around} What have you done to this place?

LK: Like it?

GC: It's, ahem, different.

LK: I thought since I'm living here I should redecorate a bit.