(Dorian, impressed): "I did not know your screwdriver was that big."
(In a tone that suggests this is obvious, and explains everything: "You weren't on Star Trek."
"I was meant to start a riot."
"Adom! Are you there?!"
"Yeah, I'm here."
"Oh. Nightmare confirmed. You do look good with earrings, though."
"What is it?...Oh, ok, that's what I thought. No, it looks good, I like it, it just (lapses into Spanish, spends next ten seconds talking in approving tones and nodding his head vigorously.)"
"Ugh, ugh, ugh, rocks. Backing up top to bottom. Popping the front loads. Never moving for anything. Poprocks."
"Zzz...Here, have a synthesizer."
"Where'd you get a synthesizer?"
"Took it off that homeless guy."
(Suppressing laughter.) "What? Give it back."
"No! He doesn't need it, he's homeless!"
"Exactly, that's all he's got. Give it back to him."
(Whining, loudly and petulantly, like a locomotive in the night) "Nooooooooooo...o..okay, fine."
"I like big butts and I can not lie, you other brothas can't deny, when a (grabs my rear end)...mmmm...I found a butt. Adom!"
"I found a butt."
Conversation between Dorian, Arthur, and myself, on the subject of our Dagorhir friend, Drunken Bob:
Me: (Something about letting friends of ours use our camp shower, mention D-Bob as someone we'd both likely be okay with using it. "We could share it with Drunken Bob," or something.)
Arthur: "I would share a shower with that man." (He was not speaking in a sexual context; D-Bob is one of the most pleasant and good-natured fellows you could meet.)
Me: "I know, right? Yeah."
Dorian: "I wouldn't."
(Both of us look at him quizzically.)
Dorian: "He looks like he'd be a water hog."
Arthur and myself: "Oh. Yeah...yeah, he does."