"Wow he's still talking." We had been standing there for what felt like hours, it had been at least an hour, I'm not kidding when I said he took a drink to continue talking.
"Yeah I'm not used to this, most of the time I shoot them before they get to the talking part, now I know why."
"I think the guy to my right is falling asleep." My legs hurt, I'd been standing around while he droned on and on. I wasn't even paying attention, I think he was talking about the political implications OF I DON'T EVEN GIVE A SHIT TO THEORIZE!
"The majority of his guards are showing signs of fatigue, do you think you can knock down his magical shield?"
"Without even really trying." And so we did. I'm not even kidding, sure there was some shooting and dodging, harsh language, magic usage the whole bit. But frankly just remembering how boring this guy was with his talking is exhausting. Like you ever remember a friend who just droned on and on... Oh crap I have to go now too much self reflection harms me.
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