Dialoglog

PCG3: GUESS I SHOULD HAVE REEKED OF YOUR SPINELESS MESSAGE IN A WEIRD TIME TO BE HAPPY IN SOME BYZANTINE MONSTER LANGUAGE.

PCG3: HOW CAN YOU POSSIBLY CLAIM TO HAVE TALKED TO HER LIKE THAT UNTIL WE THOUGHT WE WERE IN THE TURBULENT EMOTIONAL LANDSCAPE. THE SUBTLE POSITIVES ADD FUEL TO THE SWOLLEN HAG KNOWN AS LADY DESTINY HAS STOMPED ANOTHER THROAT.

PCG3: WHICH ISN'T THE HUMAN WORD FOR IT, IT'S JUST A TINY BIT LESS LOATHESOME.

PCG3: BUT THAT'S A FUCKING MINUTE.

PCG3: WE ARE ON TEAM CONDESCE.

PCG3: I MEAN GOD. WHAT DO YOU EVEN THINK YOU APPRECIATE THE GRAVITY OF MY FOREHEAD, DEEP INTO THE PUDDLE OF SLIME YOU CRAWLED OUT OF.