This is an inside joke in my house that resulted from a long running D&D Campaign. The conversation would go something like this.... Searil: "I'm not bailing you out again. How many times have I told you that you can't just go around killing bards in every tavern we go to." Llariel: "And why not?" Searil: "Look at him! He looks like he'd wet himself if your bird squawked in his face!" Llariel: "Oh, that would be funny! Kerouac, go sit on his shoulder...." Kerouac: *Waaak. Shiny?* Searil: "No, damnit! That's not what I meant! Go sit outside and wait for him to leave at least, geez. Can I just finish one decent meal without you trying to kill someone?...or steal something?" Llariel: "How long have you known me again?"