Out-of-Context RP Quotes

At least the massage chair didn't want to have his kids.

"I'm not going to eat human cheese," he said.

"Baby man can call me daddy any time."

"But if all the snakes were alive, that would be a very active, wriggling plate of noodles," James noted.

James set the frozen chicken in Evaline's lap.

"I think they'll both be better off without me doing a mating call," James said.

Words left her mind, and she had to scramble and pick up her thoughts on the ground, doing her best to say them coherently without quilting.

Going feral was great fun.

He was stupid? Why did he think that? Who was telling him that? Where did they live and how hard were their bones?

"Old men is even worse than ice cream," Benji said.

Archibald attempted to radiate encouraging sparkles even harder.

Man, they'll stop at no ends to reach me about my car's extended warranty.

"Pants," he said. "Belt."

"Poopoo peepee," Bo said straight-facedly.

"That's my boy."

William Shakespeare wrote:There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

"Adding boogers to my heart, B-R-B." She patted her chest but then selected the character.

Who knows, maybe her absolutely bizarre new family and adopted cannibalistic cryptid will help her out

He had a feeling Zander wouldn't take kindly to Ky meeting up with and befriending a cannibalistic goat monster, no matter how kind it--he--claimed to be.

Oh jeez. Aurea hoped that he wasn't squeamish.

Stupid Avrir and his stupid captain and his stupid ship with no decision-making skills. Maybe she could spend the money on a cannonball and try to sink them instead.

"Hey, totally hypothetical question that's unrelated to what we were just talking about: how do you feel about getting rich?"

You’d think if the entirety of the Guilds were being called, there’d at least be proper housing.

But, well, to Rodrin, this was an absolute nightmare. They were ruining his kitchen.

Callista's face indicated that she believed she could take on an entire mob.

"I could start up another game, if you'd like. Otherwise, keep your coughing on your side of the tables; I don't fancy getting sick if I don't also get money out of it."

"Sandboy," she replied cheerfully, "I think you're losing either way."

Go make friends, Guilless said. It will be easy, she said. Might even be fun.

He went from clearing his throat to now being in a brawl. Not only that, but a brawl with bets on it (and judging from the gold that was roaming around, Rodrin wasn't nearly as sure of himself as these people were, which helped... not at all.)

"Oh my god are those your tax returns?" Dwyn replied. "I could literally steal your identity."

"Buckle your seatbelt."

Luna's laptop made a little chime sound as she clicked around. "How would his tax returns let you- wait, no, Dwyn, you really shouldn't open those"-

"Don't open my tax returns," Conrad grit out as the car in front of him made a very sudden stop.

"I want hands."

He sat himself up and tried to look comforting, which was hard when you looked mostly like a goat.

Mummies weren't supposed to move on their own, King Tut wasn't supposed to have died two hours ago, people weren't supposed to have glass butts, and, most importantly of all, he was supposed to be feared!

"If I have to work another year on minimum wage, I will snap and end up in prison for double homicide."