They would never say...
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[A Dungeoneer enters a room, wearing tap shoes.]
Dungeoneer: Where am I?
Advisor #1: OK, you're in a plainish room, with four walls, and like a doorway in the far left corner. There's also a table in the centre of the chamber with objects on... oh, and a spotlight.
Advisor #3: Right, we're gonna get you over to the clue table, so tap-dance left... stop.... pivot right a bit... alright, tap-dance forward... watch it, your arms are flailing a bit... now, jump to your left... slide forward, and... jazz hands!
Advisor #2: Now, can you see the table?
Dungeoneer: No.
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Advisor: Side-step left a bit. Now take a few steps forward. Stop. Now, raise your arms spreading apart above your head. Now bend them in on each other. Part them and swing them to the left. Put them above your head again, pointing inwards this time. Okay. Spellcasting: Y, M...
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The official slogan:
Vote for Lord Fear...* ...or else!*
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Mogdred [greeting a particular American politician]: 'Look upon Mogdred... look upon Mogdred, Dan Quayle!'
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Treguard: Go on, Pickle, do your impersonation of an IT teacher at the end of a Year 8 IT lesson.
Pickle: Very well, Master. 'I say, you lot... log off.'
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Festus: Maiow!
Dungeoneer: Enter, Treguard!
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as the dungeoneer picks up the crown Lord F appears to gloat
Treguard: Extreme danger team! Fortunately you still have the revolver that Greystagg gave you, put it to use!
Lord F: (upon seeing the dungeoneer draw the gun) What the...?! Bang
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Sidriss - "Oh, I know the answer to that one."
Teacher - "Well, Sylvester Hands, you've got 10 out of 10 in your spelling test."
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Blocker: 'Password, please.'
Smirkenorff: 'Treguard, why is your sword called Wyrmslayer?'
Treguard: 'Er... well, you see... look, a puppeteer!' [runs off]
Malice: Morgie?
Morghanna: Yeah?
Malice: Can I, like, borrow your dress?
Morghanna: Which one?
Malice: The black one? You haven't worn it since, like, last year. And the head bit. Please?
Morghanna: Alright. But don't spill anything on it. Pause Why doesn't Mogdred ever call?
Dungeoneer: Spellcasting: P-I-C-K-M-E-U-P
Despair: sings Pick me up, before you go-go, don't leave me looking at you feeling so low...
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The dungeoneer is using a spyglass. Lord F gives out the vital info then looks straight at Dungeoneer
Lord F: Stressed? Nervy? Irrittable? Tired of life? Winks Keep it up.
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