My work hired a guy that's the size of a paperclip. Everyone's flocking over to him and chatting him up like he's some sort of celebrity, giving him morsels. I'm going to flick him in the air like a paper football once the coast is clear
me: we have to bar the door. the king’s guard will be here any moment, we can’t let them find you. If they do…i…I can’t lose you.
the ork ive been raising as my son: gorgutz…was…bad?
me: of course not gorgutz
The pilot slaps trump in the face: “That’s for getting us into this mess!”
He then leans in and kisses trump French style: “And THATS for saving my life…”