Shadowlands Sharpen throwed it back
Meanwhile, Sharpen drinking at Hero's Rest in Bastion...
Sharpen: Open flies, full briefs, can't lose!
Trixany: Wow. That is not how that quote goes.
Sharpen: I'm living my best afterlife, Trixany.
Trixany: ... like, at all.
Trixany: I just knew there would be a drawback to the stewards handing out all these free drinks, and on silver platters. What kind of heaven is this? It's so irresponsible!
Sharpen: You DARE deny me my fly? Then I will deny you in kind!
Trixany: I have never even seen you this drunk. You shouldn't-- Nevermind. Here comes yet another steward with more.
Sharpen: MY PANTS WEEP WITH BULGE!
Trixany: That's the Plaguefall dungeon, not the Necrotic Wake! And, eww! Visuals!!
Sharpen: I meant the other weep. As in wilt, or really to lean and fall over. My overburdened pants fell down like flowers. Or I guess pants fall open-- Geez, learn your homophones!
Trixany: Hokaaay, so Sharpen is a horny and very grammatical drunk.
Trixany: Well, we're just lucky we didn't get thrown out for that one. Worse, you were up to Ardenweald.
Sharpen: Eh, Trixany? H-hey.
Sharpen: I know you love my wildseed.
Trixany: This is really bad-- Can we get the check?! Or do we just leave or kill a boss or something. How do we exit this zone??
Sharpen: It'sh delicioush.
Trixany: Sharpen, you're really out of control now.
Sharpen: S-sorry. I should be... Someone should punish me.
Trixany: Oh shit, that's right! Do Revendreth next!!
Sharpen: Clap cheeks to me, on your KNEES!
Trixany: I did not think Denathrius' speech could get any sluttier, but hey. My best friend has done it. Good job, Sharpen.
Sharpen: Ahh, Revendreth! I have never wanted to grind rep so hard in my damn life.