Cleric: I wonder what it would be like if I was a bard.
Rogue: You’d be dead.
Cleric: What? Why? You’d think being able to proficiently talking my way out of trouble would–
Rogue: ‘Cos I read somewhere that in medieval times musicians get hanged for having no talent.
Rogue: I think I should multiclass in Monk, guys. These legs are too short for this madness.
Cleric: I think you’d have better luck multiclassing in Chimpanzee.
Cleric: How’re we looking? Anyone need a Healing Word?
Rogue: I’m at 2 HP.
Cleric: YOU need a counselor.
(cleric and rogue trying to slip through a barricade in disguise)
Guard: Halt! Who goes there!
Cleric: Two acolytes delivering bread to the refugees. *rolls a 3*
Rogue: Lord Kramer’s bitches! *rolls an 18*
Cleric: I hate you so fucking much right now.
Rogue: Git gud. *smoochy lips*
[after Cleric did something cool]
Rogue: Well damn, aren’t you full of yourself.
Cleric: I’m full of perfection? Yes, I AM full of perfection.