Sunday 29 April 2007

Kevyn: Everybody grab a weapon. We need to get out of here.

Elf: Kevyn. . . I'm cursed. Everybody who gets close to me gets killed in nasty ways.

Kevyn: You're not cursed. Sure, Hob died, and we all miss him, but I'm still alive.

Nick: Didn't you get killed, like twice while we've been here?

Kevyn: Nick, you're not helping.

Elf: I. . . Kevyn, Pronto kind of came on to me, and out there in the woods, well. . . He was starting to look pretty good.

Schlock: Except for the star map on his butt-flap. That looked diseased.

Kevyn: Elf, what happened to Pronto wasn't your fault. And if you're worried about

Foolish Pirate: Everybody FREEZE!

SFX: BLAM

Kevyn: . . . Worried about me dying again, please don't, okay?

Elf: Kevyn, there's a bullet hole in your head.

Kevyn: It's not a bullet hole. It's the, umm. . . muzzle.