Week 030:
"We can cut the bridge and then wait a few weeks for
them to starve to death -- oh wait, they're undead.
Never mind."
-- Tok, on solving the undead weasel infestation.
"They're so cute! If they weren't undead I'd take one
home as a pet."
-- Tev, pining for a weasel familiar.
Week 031:
"We're going to be a bunch of bleached bones by the
time you get back to us."
"Not in this weather."
-- Icee; Tev, noting it's an overcast day.
Week 032:
"They're yelling things like 'Get Him'."
"Wow! They *are* a crack military squad!"
-- Game Master and Nakaro, about Tanarak Dell's squad.
"God! That hurts!"
-- Gorg, after his arm was chopped off.
"Reg and I will form the core of the new group."
"So that'll be a soft, chewy core."
-- Tev and Tramor, as things look grim.
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