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| "DAFT VADER, FALCON & the DM in unison : Ah-ha! So, the candle-killer WAS the bellboy!" |
| "DAFT VADER : I’ll grab his face - its probably a mask" |
| "DM : The briefcases smell vaguely of cheese" |
| "FALCON : So we’re boxed in by this van and the heavily armed goons are approaching from either side?...DRIVER! RAMMING SPEED!" |
| "DAFT VADER : Who is this geek? I’ll shoot him." |
| "FALCON : Chase a high-performance vehicle through the city streets on foot? Of course I can, it worked for Mel Gibson! DM : Alternatively you can get in the car that Parkinson just brought round to the foyer..." |
| "DAFT VADER : DON’T point that flamethrower at me!" |
| "FALCON : I look stunned - DAFT VADER : - we all turn to look at the camera - FALCON : - and then I think I’ll order some coffee..." |
| "DAFT VADER : Cheese?" |
| "PARKINSON : Call up an airstrike? Yes. Sir! Suits you Sir! Very.Good.Sir!" |
| "FALCON : So one of the genres is ‘Scooby Doo’?" |
| "FALCON: Oookay...I’ll back-pedal, shooting wildly at the axe-wielding maniac, grabbing the girl, throwing her behind the sofa and tipping the sofa on top of her as armour... DM : Interesting...roll the dice then..." |
| "DAFT VADER - I think you underestimate the power of the dark side of the credit check!" |
| "PARKINSON : Ooooh Sir! Can I open the suitcase please Sir! FALCON : Go on then - DM, I retreat about fifty metres!" |
| "DAFT VADER : You had better understand, Princess that I am an accountant - eh? why’d I say that?" |
| "DM : You squeeze the trigger and you...hit them...with a heavy sub-machinegun...yuck! Next opponents please!" |