Her antiquity in preceding and surviving succeeding tellurian generations: her nocturnal predominance: her satellitic dependence: her luminary reflection: her constancy under all her phases, rising and setting by her appointed times, waxing and waning: the forced invariability of her aspect: her indeterminate response to inaffirmative interrogation: her potency over effluent and refluent waters: her power to enamour, to mortify, to invest with beauty, to render insane, to incite to and aid delinquency: the tranquil inscrutability of her visage: the terribility of her isolated dominant resplendent propinquity: her omens of tempest and of calm: the stimulation of her light, her motion and her presence: the admonition of her craters, her arid seas, her silence: her splendour, when visible: her attraction, when invisible.
Charles Farmer:
Ladies and gentleman, may I have your attention, please? I'm going to the moon, and I'm bringing a balloon.
Shepard Farmer:
I'm going to the moon and I'm bringing an oxygen tank.
Charles Farmer:
I believe you're going to the moon.
Stanley Farmer:
I'm going to the moon, and I'm bringing Mr. Grump.
Audrey 'Audie' Farmer:
No, but not at the table.
Shepard Farmer:
You're not bringing a hamster to the moon.
Stanley Farmer:
Yes, I can.
Charles Farmer:
Yes, she can. I believe she's going to the moon.
Stanley Farmer:
Ooh. Ha ha.
Sunshine Farmer:
I'm going to the moon, and I'm gonna bring sugar.
Charles Farmer:
Hey, sweetie, the objective is- is to connect a common theme based on what Daddy's bringing. So, I'm sorry, you can't go to the moon.
Sunshine Farmer:
I never get to go.
Audrey 'Audie' Farmer:
Okay, my turn. I'm going to the moon, and I'm bringing... Sunshine.
Charles Farmer:
Well, since she holds air, I believe we're all going to the moon.
RJ:
Vincent, wait! I can get it all back! That's right. If you eat me, you'd have to do it. But I can get it, all of it.
Vincent:
My red wagon?
RJ:
Redder!
Vincent:
The blue cooler?
RJ:
Blue cooler. On my list! Gotta be blue?
Vincent:
Yes! And I want my Spuddies. I love those things. 'Cause with a Spuddie, enough just isn't enough.
RJ:
So true. Painfully true. And I'll tell you what. I'm gonna get you the giant picnic pack, family-fun size.
Vincent:
They have that?
RJ:
I'm pretty sure.
Vincent:
All right, R.J. I'm going back to sleep. When that moon is full, I'm waking up, and all my stuff had better be right back where it was.
RJ:
But that's just one week! That's impossible for one guy! [Vincent squeezes on RJ's head]
RJ:
A week's perfect. I'll get some helpers.
Vincent:
Full moon, all my stuff. And don't even think about running away, because if you do, I will hunt you down and kill you.
Koda:
Mom says the spirits make all the magical changes in the world, like how the leaves change color, or how the moon changes shape, or tadpoles change into frogs...
Kenai:
Yeah, I get it. You know, for a change, maybe they could just leave things alone.
Koda:
What do you mean?
Kenai:
My brother's a spirit, and if it wasn't for him, I... I wouldn't be here.
Koda:
You have a brother up there? What happened to him?
Kenai:
He was killed by a bea... by a monster.
Koda:
What's your brother's name?
Kenai:
Sitka.
Koda:
Thanks, Sitka. If it weren't for you, I would have never met Kenai. [lays down on the mammoth's tusks, sighs]
Koda:
I always wanted a brother.
Newmoon the Elf:
[interrupting the Gamemaster] Wait, wait, wait! Cross the river? Shouldn't we like... uh... bury him. You know like, give him a proper funeral?
Nimble the Thief:
I agree!
Ambrose:
[rolling up a new character, looking up surprised] Thanks, guys!
Rogar, The Barbarian:
Yeah, yeah! Dude! We get 15 piety points per level when we bury a party member, and since he was level six...
Nimble the Thief:
That be like 90 points!
Rogar, The Barbarian:
Buhyah!
Nimble the Thief:
Buhyah!
Nimble the Thief, Rogar, The Barbarian:
[Nimble highfives Rogar]
Newmoon the Elf:
And that'll totally make up for that orphanage we burned down...
