I’m not sure I want to know…

I just hope I’m on the receiving end.

Morti means “of death” in Latin. I guess I’m going to die of death…

High stakes dance off. I never stood a chance against the wiley crustacean

I’m going to go down with my ship, bellowing orders to my crew until the last.

I am hereby consigned and sentenced to death by royal order of his majesty Dominus Thrax, hero of all.

I really shouldn’t be such a contrarian, especially when it comes to faustian deals with magical deep space clones…

First I am. And then…

I’m not.

SUPPLIES!

Or being thrown out of a second story window during karate lessons.

Alone in my apartment and nobody checks on me for not responding, because I stopped responding long before.

In some sketchy den with a khajiit

Something the Scooby gang could have prevented.

Painfully, I’d assume

Some of you may die, but that’s a price I’m willing to pay.

With a bang