Twinkie factor of Battle!

"You can be hungover for work.  It's a skill, you have to learn." Apostle
"No.  It's a skill I don't want to have."  NightRiver


"I've been busy making video games.  Plus that would require me going out tot he wilderness.  Screw that." Crow



"My impression of NightRiver's microphone.  Such NightRiver... Much Wow...  NightRiver intensifies." Apostle


"You guys are the ones that wanted to fight in a twinkie factory." GM
"mmm twinkies!!!" NightRiver
"I thought we were going to fight in the twinkie factory in creation." Apostle
"you are." Mnemia
"You don't want to fight with the twinkies?" NightRiver
"I wish to become friends with the twinkies." Apostle


"Alright, horribly unprepared for exalted combat, what could possibly go wrong." Mnemia



"Do we have to instruct the Crow to not make decisions on his own?" Apostle


"There will be plenty of opportunities to take twinkies and shove them down Crows throat." GM
"Just don't question it.  You have not given us enough opportunities to truly truly punish GM for his choices." Ambassador


"Fine!  I'm just putting it on the record that we are some lap dog of the Solar.  There is one of it!  And four of us!"  Apostle


"Goddamn, you are the worst abyssals ever!" Apostle


"Try to think long term for two seconds dude." Ambassador
"Fine, we will capture the Solar and turn them into one of us." Apostle
"The homocidal tendencies of the group have been noted."  GM

"Wearing nothing but assless chaps and a smile." Apostle
"How did you know how I was dressed, Apostle." Ambassador
"You're in Texas." Apostle


"Just a heads up, get this out of your system.  In a month and a half I'm just going to have something giant step on you." GM after Ambassador evades like liquid.
"He would politely parry and talk his way into becoming a bunion." Apostle