Darth Barnacles walked into the room, "tell me Nameless, do you fear death?" his undead crew walked in, wearing barnacled white helmets and wielding badly used swords.
somewhat, im allergic to them so it's not really my fault if I don't like them
TPBM thinks of Robert Jordan as the best/worst author to ever walk the earth simultaneously.
Soulmover stuck his hand in and drew out an hourglass filled with blueish energy, "nice."
Impossible grabbed a dagger that had a giant sapphire on its top.
Unintelligible looked warily but then stuck his hand in and pulled out a great sword, "that a pocket dimension or something?"
Thaidakar blinked, he looked up from the lightweiver of Rens, "excuse me? I rightfully stole this from myself in the future, y'all can borrow it after I'm done," he looked at the top of the book, "which is probably gonna be in an hour."
Thaidakar sat in a corner reading the lightweaver of rens. a copy he had stolen from the future. he looked giddy in excitement, "YES! AMAZING!!! DO IT HOID, DO IT!!!"
Thaidakar blinked.
Suddenly a rumbling sounded and eight hundred barbecue alivened chips burst out of Everyone's mouth. they weirded swords and axes, they ran off and started their own empire. the chipian empire.
Thaidakar smiled softly, "Of course, always willing to give a, ah, friend a bag of chips." he gave Everyone the bag. he started eating his own bag of chips, Fritos.