Why does my face feel like five miles of bad road?
Fighter
Dunno, there aren't roads out here. Just mountain paths littered with many small, jagged rocks. Plus, we've only gone about three, four miles tops. You're way off.
Black Mage
You're dragging me to the next town to take care of my wounds, aren't you?
Fighter
I'm a helper!
Black Mage
I know this wasn't your idea as it doesn't involve chaining two doctors together and wielding them at me until I'm cured.
Fighter
Red Mage said we could call it Plan B.
Black Mage
So you're doing this at the behest of…
Fighter
Thief, of course.
Black Mage
Naturally. Congratulations, you pointy-eared, monkey-fuggin', elven freak. You're at the top of my death list now! You wait until we get to the end of the trail of my BLOOD when I can make it official.
Fighter
Don't you worry, Black Mage. I'll do it for ya.
Black Mage
No, touch nothing. These robes are booby trapped, you'll damn us all.
Shows picture of Black Mage's death list. Fighter is 1, followed by People Magazine, apples, Red Mage's hat, Akbar, and that guy.
Black Mage
Lacking as I do in writing implements of any kind, I'll edit with my blade!
The Death List is destroyed.
Black Mage
My list, my precious death list. You know I've got a memory like a thingy that lets water drain out of it while keeping back solids of appreciable size. I'll have to raze the earth to make sure I didn't skip anyone.
