Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160721185731/@comment-28358106-20160723054118

"Y'know, I'm gonna say somethin'.  An' I mean it.  This guy, THIS guy, this GUY here..." I reach out and put my arm around Praetor's neck and pull him in, pointing to his head, "This man, he's a mam amomg mem.  An' I mean it.  He can, I mean, you know what I mean?  He's excellent.   He's basically excellent.  I mean, he never takes off his helmet,  right?  And he does.  And the zombies, see, they exploded.  So there were zombies, right?  And they couldn't handle the excellent that is THIS GUY." I again point to his helmet.

"I mean, I'm a sorcerer,  right?  I am.  But I explode.  Things.  By magic.   And THIS guy, he's an exploder with excellence.  And I'm not drunk.  I'm sorcering.  What??"

"Ugh..." Regina buries her face in her hands.