“You can’t just waltz in here like you own the place.”

“My name is literally on the front of the building but go off I guess?”

“You walked right into my trap!” the supervillain crowed. “It’s not even a particularly good trap, either. You feeling alright?”

“Peachy,” groaned the superhero.

“You came back!”

“I live here.”

“We weep for the people we could have been, the lives we could have led, had He never came here,” the peasant lamented.

“Weep all you like,” the adventurer said, cleaning a knife. “I’m still planning to full-out kill the bastard.”

“You’d struggle to pour water out of a boot with instructions printed on the heel.”

“I’m not the magician,” the scapegoat said sadly. “I’m just the rabbit in the hat.”

“I’m armed with a can-do attitude and a bunch of fuckin bricks,” the teenager said. “You wanna start this riot or not?”

“Well, you know… when one door closed, another opens!”

“It’s not supposed to be literal, I think your house is haunted.”

“Look, we don’t want to hurt you.”

“Um, no. No, I’m pretty sure we definitely want to hurt them.”

“Right, yeah. Sorry. Bad guys. Grrr.”

“Well, I mean…” the Dryad said. “The goblin isn’t really trying to hump the tree. It’s more that it’s trying to hump the bird that lives inside the tree.”

“Yeah, that’s worse,” the adventurer said.