Conversations around here are so weird.

Woof, peering at Rift beta: "I may actually make a hot elf chick mage, because I'm usually Grunty McWarriorson..."
Sqrl: "Hey, cool. I intend to make a hot elf chick."
Woof: "...Didn't you have a character, like a paladin somewhere, I was convinced she was a lesbian?"
Sqrl: "Neverwinter Nights, and you were only convinced she was a lesbian because she romanced every female NPC in the campaign."
Woof: "Ohhh, that's right. That was a good reason to think that then."
Sqrl: "Yeah, I remember you were all "STOP BEING A LESBIAN AT THE NPCS, I'M TRYING TO ADVANCE THE PLOT."


Can I help it if I'm universally beloved?
...Sometimes?

[EDIT] Further beta adventures:

Sqrl: "This 'pelt enemies with glowballs' strategy we have going seems to be working for us."
Woof: "Yeah, who knew "kill them until they die" was a valid strategy against the undead?"

Woof: "I guess the elf 'flight' power is really only good to airdash over and ninja-loot a resource node before anyone else gets there."
Sqrl: "Thus reaffirming that the primary purpose of elves is to PISS PEOPLE OFF."

Sqrl: "I am now tracking rocks, wood, and plants. I PRETTY MUCH KNOW WE'RE IN A FOREST."

Woof, struggling to climb up a fallen log: "My elf is REALLY BAD at trees! Help!"