Scene: Near a Large City, in a Disguised Caravan
Nate: Oh my fucking god.
Steve: I didn't know you worshipped Moradin.
Nate: No, the....
Steve: Moradin? The god of creation?
Nate: I was referring to the...wait, I thought Moradin was the god of miners and smiths.
Steve: Like, Henry Miner and Gerry Smith?
Nate: Who's Gerry Smith?
Steve: Big guy? Carries a hammer? Over on the horse?
Nate: No, smiths. Not Smiths.
Steve: Perfectly clear, what you just said there.
Nate: I pride myself on my concision.
Steve: Anyway, you were praying?
Nate: We honestly have a god of fornication?
Steve: Technically, Moradin is the god of creation, but I'm thinking that fucking is probably folded into that.
Nate: If folding is involved, you're doing it wrong.
Steve: Doing what wrong?
Nate: Fucking.
Steve: Oh, my fucking god, I knew what you meant! I was being... what's the word?
Nate: Stupid?
Steve: Sarcastic.
Nate: Oh. But, I think Moradin is more about, like, art and shit.
Steve: I don't think there's a god of shit, though I suppose if you stretch the point that it's a type of creation, too.
Nate: But isn't Moradin a dwarven god?
Steve: Quite possibly.
Nate: Anyway, I wasn't praying, exactly. I was referring to the....
Steve: Oh my fucking god!
Nate: You see it, too?
Steve: What?
Nate: The troll with that demon and the drum on his back?
Steve: There's a troll with a demon on his back?
Nate: I didn't say that at all, Steve. You're playing god with semantics.
Steve: There's a god of semantics?
Nate: No, I meant...never mind.
Steve: Anyway, we should probably do something about the troll and the demon with the drum on his back.
Nate: Where?
Steve: I thought you saw it already.
Nate: No, I was 'oh my fucking godding' at the two-headed giant.
Steve: Two-headed what, now?
Nate: Giant.
Steve: Giant what?
Nate: Just...giant. Giant giant. That's a thing, right?
Steve: A giant?
Nate: Just a giant.
Steve: Well, but, anything with two heads isn't "just" anything, is it? You wouldn't say, for example, "oh, it's just a two-headed clown baby."
Nate: Depends.
Steve: On what does it depend?
Nate: The nature of the clown baby, because in one sense just seeing a clown baby - does that mean it's a clown dressed up as a baby or a baby dressed as a clown?
Steve: With two heads.
Nate: I got the two heads part.
Steve: The giant is coming closer.
Nate: Should we do something about that, do you think, or head over to the demon-troll combo?
Steve: Probably better to face one enemy than two - oh my fucking god! Did you see that?
Nate: Yeah, that was pretty impressive!
Steve: That giant just raised his hands over his head and...
Nate: Heads. Technically.
Steve: ...heads and, like, cursed everyone!
Nate: Not everyone. Just that one guy.
Steve: That one dead guy.
Nate: Technically.
Steve: I think we head over to the demon-troll combo. Less...
Nate: Deading.
Steve: Right.
Nate: What about the...?
Steve: The...?
Nate: The...thing.
Steve: You mean the super-secret thing inside the cart disguised to look like it's a plain old cart with nothing special inside it?
Nate: Yes. Fucking god, you take the fun out of everything.
Steve: Me? Or the god?
Nate: What?
Steve: Just wondering if that was an accusation or condemnation.
Nate: Let's just start running over that way.
Steve: Away from the giant giant.
Nate: And the cart.
Steve: Sure.
Nate: Nice day, for it.
Steve: For what? The bloody mayhem and the monster attack and the deading?
Nate: All of it, I guess. I was just reflecting on the nice day. You know, apart from the....
Steve: The deading part.
Nate: Apart from the deading part, yeah.
Steve: I suppose.
Nate: This isn't a nice day?
Steve: Allergies.
Nate: Ah. Brutal.
Steve: Yes.But I suppose I feel better than Gerry Smith.
Nate: The dead guy.
Steve: You noticed that?
Nate: Hard not to, what with all the blood and entrails and general...dead.
Steve: There's something about trolls that I'm struggling to remember.
Nate: Something about trolls?
Steve: Yeah, something about trolls.
Nate: Can you be more specific?
Steve: Than 'about trolls'?
Nate: Yeah.
Steve: No.
Nate: Okay.
Steve: Hey! Look! The troll is getting up again!
Nate: No shit?
Steve: No shit!
Nate: Oh! I remember now!
Steve: The thing about trolls?
Nate: Yeah.
Steve: Is it that you can't kill them?
Nate: Not exactly, but it's something like that.
Steve: What is it, exactly?
Nate: Do you happen to have, like, a torch or something?
Steve: A torch?
Nate: Or something? Something, like, fiery?
Steve: Something fiery?
Nate: For the troll.
Steve: You want to give something to the troll?
Nate: Not exactly.
Steve: Duck!
Nate: What? Where?
Steve: No, not duck! Duck!
Nate: Ouch!
Steve: I told you to duck.
Nate: I'm hit!
Steve: I can tell. What with all the blood and entrails and so forth.
Nate: You need to....
Steve: What? What is it, Nate?
Nate: You need to....
Steve: I need to...?
Nate: Fire....
Steve: Fire? Fire who?
Nate: No...fire....
Steve: Right, I got that part. Fire. I need to fire...someone. Nate? Nate? Yo, Nate? Hmm. Fire. Troll. Something about fire and trolls. (snap) I got it! Hey everyone! Don't touch the troll with fire, because trolls like fire! So keep all fire away from the...what? What?!? Duck? Where's a du

















