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MATT: “Bo.”
MARISHA: Good name.
MATT: “Thank you.”
LIAM: Well, that’s funny, because your name is
also Beau.
MATT: “Really?”
MARISHA: You didn’t have to– maybe let me choose
when to tell people–
MATT: “No, no, I’m curious about this. How do you
spell your name?”
MARISHA: Well, it’s short for Beauregard.
MATT: “Oh, mine’s just B-O.”
MARISHA: That’s unfortunate. I mean, it’s great.
Did kids make fun– never mind.
MATT: “It’s not inaccurate.” And he flicks the
side of his mustache.
(laughter)
LAURA: Like, is his mustache especially B.O.-y?
Like, what? That’s really gross.
MATT: Make a perception check.
LAURA: Ew. I don’t want to perceive this. I’m glad
I didn’t roll very well.
MARISHA: Can I make an insight check? Is he a
creep or is he just–
MATT: Make an insight check. Eight? Thankfully,
you’re not in proximity enough to catch a whiff of
his mustache.
MARISHA: Natural 20.
MATT: Okay. Interestingly enough, he seems very
well put-together. And he seems like he’s just
fucking with you. He’s having fun, and he’s
messing with you, and he’s just casual and
competent and actually pretty well-groomed. He
doesn’t smell. And he seems more just enjoying the
discourse.
MARISHA: It’s funny, see, my name’s Beau because
my parents wanted a son.
MATT: “Well. If it helps with any other confusion,
call me the Breaker. Well, if you see the rest of
"the show, perhaps you’ll see why I got my name.”
LAURA: Are you in the show, too?
MATT: And he cracks his arms. “I am. Towards the
end.”
TRAVIS: Now I want to see the show.
MATT: “Well then. May I?” You can see now the
crowd’s starting to queue up behind you pretty
heavily. “Besides, if you’re going to enter, we’ve
got to get through the rest of this riff-raff. Do
"you wish to join in?”
LIAM: I pull– all I have is a dagger, but I just
hand it to Yasha.
LAURA: Just one dagger?
ASHLEY: I promise you I will give it back.
LIAM: Yes, here you go.
ASHLEY: I promise you I will give you all of your
weapons back.
LAURA: Pinky-swear me, Yasha.
ASHLEY: Ugh. I don’t like–
LAURA: Yeah! Now we’re best friends. Here’s my
sickle.