The completely serious and emotionless way that the police officer reads out someone's encounter with the T-Rex:
According to a report, "A dinosaur, an actual live dinosaur. Holy sh*t, it's an actual live T-Rex with f*cking teeth and it's taken my arm. Oh god my arm, I'm bleeding."
Horace's undignified reaction to the T-Rex's Mighty Roar:
The cavalcade of questions Octy has when The Guardian wakes him up in the middle of the night:
What are you doing in my bedroom? Why are you wearing shoulder pads? Why do they have terrifying spikes on them? Have I wandered into a sex dungeon? ...again?
"Good old text adventure games. You can't beat 'em... unfortunately"
Three lines that remind us just how weird Octy's world really is:
Squishes, the police have me on file; they could be round at any moment! I don't want to run the risk of killing or sleeping with another video game character, okay? I'm not even sure if either is legal!