Mark's character, Dungeonmaster, is about to get up and speak at the funeral of a prince he has never even met.

Erik: Wait. How will you know what to say?

Mark: Erik, I was a chaplain on a pirate ship. I've probably made shit like this up hundreds of times.

Mark: I'm gonna pick Erik up and toss him into the river.

In the midst of a frenzied melee, a gnoll's head goes sailing past Adequate Strength. To which he responds...

Erik: I'll be back for you later.

Jim: The gnoll appears to be challenging you to a test of strength.

Adequate Strength, Erik's character, is suffering from some deadly compulsion to attack others. As dawn's morning light enters their camp, Mark's character becomes the halfling's target.

Jim: You feel a sharp stabbing pain in your arm and jolt out of sleep to see the halfling standing over you with a bloodied dagger.

Mark stares at Erik.

Erik: Hey, it's time to get up.

Mark: I throw Erik against the wall.

Mark has just asked Kip, the gnoll linguistics officer, about the next most likely location for treasure in the valley and the group responds to the supposed obstacle to this goal...

Mark: Lizzzzzaaardmen? HAHAHAHA! HAHAHA!

Justin: HoHoHohahaaahaaa!

Max: Hahahahahaaha!!!

Kip: Heh. Heh. Yes, jolly good.