Scene: A wooded glen, nightfall.
Orc #1: Whoa, look, Larry! Adventurers! Let's totally attack them and take all their shit!
Orc #2: Okaa... ooooh, wait a tick, Reg. Look at that.
Reg: What?
Larry: Stop sharpening your... what is that, anyway?
Reg: This? This is a Claymore.
Larry: Are you sure? That looks like a Flamberge to me.
Reg: What?!? How could ever in a million years confuse this for a Flamberge? A Flamberge has a flambard blade. Does this look like a flambard blade?
Larry: Maybe it was the way the fire caught it. It looked... flambardy.
Reg: It's a Claymore.
Larry: Okay, don't get your knickers in a twist.
Reg: I don't wear knickers.
Larry: Well don't twist whatever it is you're wearing.
Reg: I'm going Commando today, just FYI.
Larry: Eeeyooo, grody! How can you stand that? Don't your ba... oops, here they come! Get ready!
Reg: I was born ready.
Larry: Did you really just say that? 'I was born ready.' So, you came out of your mother...
Reg: Don't talk about my mother!
Larry: ...carrying a Flamberge and...
Reg: Again, this is a Claymore.
Larry: ...flailing it about all ready for action?
Reg: Flailing?
Larry: It's a word.
Reg: I don't flail.
Larry: I've seen you flail.
Reg: I do NOT flail. Embellish, maybe. Flail, never.
Larry: That thing you did last week? On the docks? With the pirates and the floating ship whatever? That wasn't flailing? Arms all flying about? Sword sailing through the air like you're trying to cut the night to shreds.
Reg: Don't forget my warcry.
Larry: 'Oi! Look! I'm all scary!' is not a warcry.
Reg: Look, enough with the flailing and the flambard and my lack of knickers. What the hell is that thing?
Larry: Which?
Reg: That walking...zombie-thing.
Larry: Which?
Reg: Okay, not the giant blue lizard and not the thief-looking deal with the knives and not the man-woman-man-again and not the woman build like a tank.
Larry: Right.
Reg: The other thing.
Larry: Oh! The walking zombie-thing!
Reg: Right. What is that?
Larry: Kind of freaky is what that is.
Reg: Right? I mean, blue lizard man, who hasn't seen that? And, sure, that thief looks like she'd cut my John Thomas off as soon as...do...something less personally offensive. But what is that thing?
Larry: Dead thing, I imagine.
Reg: But it's walking, idn't it?
Larry: Appears to be.
Reg: Should we re-think this?
Larry: Just because of the walking zombie robot?
Reg: What's a robot?
Larry: Made it up.
Reg: Nice.
Larry: Thanks.
Reg: Hmm. There they go. Another opportunity missed.
Larry: Indeed.
Reg: Do you think we're cut out for this, you and me?
Larry: You and I.
Reg: What?
Larry: It's not 'you and me,' it's 'you and I'.
Reg: You sure?
Larry: I'm flambardy sure.
Reg: Oh. Anyway, I was thinking about what you were saying last week.
Larry: About the macarons?
Reg: Yeah.
Larry: And how there's not a decent macaron for leagues in any direction?
Reg: Yeah.
Larry: And how a couple of blokes could make a killing hawking a decent macaron if they put their minds to it?
Reg: Yeah.
Larry: Something to think about.
Reg: Yeah.
