Fighting when you could've been trading weird stories and trying to figure out how to get interesting transportable food and drink from different countries.
Hmph.
Whippersnappers...always with the guns, bombs, poinards, and acid filled lapel flowers...
*Wakes from his coma* The tides have turned, Victory is ours!
Now where's the cake?
As everyone can see, we have our own agents.ROFL! Its only German. Did you want me to replace my German lineage?
My question is why in the bloody hell are you fighting at all?
This is the place for puns, weirdness, and peculiar conversations. (All appropriately random)
This is random, but thoroughly uncalled for. I mean it's the Hive. It's us versus nobody in particular. In-fighting merely prevents adequate assimilation of the outsiders.
Here.. (gives everybody a foam padded boff sword) You can't hurt yourselves with these...enjoy...
Terry who?Hey Mustrum, you read Terry Prachet?
*Gives relique a cup of tea*
'Ere ya go mate. 'Ave a sip of that, an' you'll feel chipper.
Wouldst thou care for some crumpets too?
We were bored - what did you expect?
I think it was Relique who started is, he felt threatened first!
I was um... doing a reenactment... yeah thats the ticket.. yeah a reenactment... yeah... ACTING!
Like roll-playing, but without the dice?