Dreaming in the Real

Game Log: 2.13.00
GM: Cort Odekirk

Kath: Maladin got toasted last mission.
Jeremy F.: Well, he asked for it.

Kath (regarding Dalen): I'm surprised she's still alive.
Cort: Well, it's not for lack of trying.

Cort: If you think it sucks for Dalen to heal, you should see what Niro's going through.
Jeremy F.: He just lost his medical, his dental, his salary was cut...

"Wow, thanks guys. So, last time we played, I was a sword."

-Andy, after receiving his birthday present

Andy: It's really short, but I'm a sword.
Jeremy F.: So, it's to the point?

Jeremy F. (adding on to the puns): You're not so dull after all.
Joanna: You just took a stab at it.

"Mother, I'm thin! Are you happy?"

-Jeremy F., as Aaron

"We'll have to put our Pattern lens on mute."

-Kath

Andy: Oh, Dalen, you're the only one that understands.
Cort (as Andy): "I'll kill you last!"

Kath: Don't even class me with Llewella.
Cort: Llewella would appreciate it if you didn't.

Lore: You're in my universe now, little child.
Andy: Yeah, we all know where he got that line from.

Kath: It'd suck if we had to start liking Lore.
Cort: Oh, there's no worry about that.

"I'm a sword. I can keep my lips shut."

-Andy

Dalen: Why don't I leave you with Bleys while I go change.
Cort: Bleys gives you this, "Oh please don't" look.

"I just got up and you know what I like to smell in the morning."

-Llewella

Jeremy Z. (on Cort's complaining about how fat he's been getting): That's just insulting to fat people.
Cort: Give me time, I'll join you.
Andy: Soon, the circle shall be complete.

"What are you doing? Or who?"

-Cort, to Jeremy F.

"You're experiencing a sort of rhythmic blockage."

-Cort, on Dalen trying to trump Maladin

Llewella (in mid-nookie with Maladin): Anything wrong?
Maladin: Just catching my breath.
Llewella: You'll need it.
Jeremy F.: Maladin shows up the next day with another medal.
Andy: What? The Old Spice Endurance Challenge?

"We have lost another to the Land of the Milk-Fed Boys."

-Cort

"A sword appears, followed by a vaguely Fiona-shaped squash."

-Cort, to Maladin