Nick S: With the impact of your hammer, his head explodes like a ripe melon.

Jerry: Today, I take over Gallagher's job.

Nick S: It's okay; he missed you.

John: It's the potential not-missing me next turn that I'm worried about!

Nick S: A hulking brute approaches you with an axe; obviously some kind of mutant.

Dianne: How do we know he's a mutant?

John: He's not wearing pants.

Nick: The las bolt explodes his head, sending chunks of fried brain all over the slave children.

Hunter: Those kids are probably thinking "Fried brain chunks?  We get to EAT today!"

John: Armor piercing ammo is too expensive for us.

Tom: So is a wiffle bat!

Tom: ::brandishing a lasgun:: "Pedestrians!  Clear the causeway or I shall be forced to perforate you with this blessed machine!"

John: At least he warned them...

Tom: Well, since all the combat people have formed a conga line of death in the doorway...

Dianne: Kill-kill, kill-kill, kill, KILL!