TotalAnarchy: By the gods, why do I have to be the lame spellcaster with the sleep spell? Everyone knows that the only way to cure a orc of his greeniness is to scorch them to the ground level.
Professor Oak: Shut it! Or else in our next battle you'll find yourself leading the party's attack. Next thing you know, your intestines will serve as decorations for a petty orc chieftain's hut. HA! HAHA! That would be a sight to see!
TotalAnarchy: *grumble* *grumble*
Tomekk: I don't mean to sound like a smartass, but next time maybe you should try casting mage armor on yourself, TA.
TotalAnarchy: What? I refuse to listen to a half-bred mage. I, a great MAGE of infinite purity! Now I will never USE it just because you said it, so there - die of spite Tomekk.
Tomekk: Was just sayin' dude... No need to spill the ale for a small advice.