Caboose: Okay, Tucker is the fighter. Crunch-bite is the healer. And I am the powerful, and intelligent, wizard: Morph-Yoo-Max!
Andy the Bomb: What the hell does that make me?
Caboose: You're the good-looking and stealthy archer.
Andy the Bomb: A bow and arrow? I don't have any arms you freakin' moron.
That is what makes you so stealthy.
"Fox Force Five. Fox as in we're a bunch of foxy chicks. Force as in we're a force to be reckoned with. Five as in there's one-two-three-four-five of us." Lita:
We're totally a full-fledged team now, yo!
Why are we now
a team? Were we waiting
for a fifth person this whole time?
Amy: No, really, why is this a team? We have four planets and a moon. What about the other planets-
Nostalgia Critic: Token Troop
sound off: Black Kid
! Black Kid:
Smashin'! (Subtitle: in charge of supplying catchphrases for t-shirts and promos) Critic:
Cool Kid! Cool Kid:
'Sup? (Subtitle: in charge of looking rebellious and hip) Critic:
Geeky Kid! Geeky Kid:
Charts! (Subtitle: in charge of science mumbo jumbo nobody understands) Critic:
But hey, wait a minute, where's Fat Kid? Fat Kid:
Here I am (Subtitle: in charge of being fat)
No one ever calls me that, though.
Tarquin: Really, Malack, it's fairly obvious. They're a classic team: fighter, rogue, wizard and cleric, with a jack-of-all-trades bard as the fifth man.
Malack: And the halfling?
Tarquin: The foil,
I imagine. It'd get terribly dull without a little internal conflict, you know. Frankly, when 4-6 high-level adventurers show up on my doorstep at the same time, I assume they're a team until disproven.
So... you're the cool one, you're the funny one
, and you're the... Beth: Girl.
Charlie: Well, what's Dee?
She's the useless chick
You don't want me in your party? Mike:
Why not? Mike:
Because you're annoying! Also, we don't need another party member. I'm
our paladin, Will
's our cleric, Dustin
's our bard, Lucas
is our ranger, and El
's our mage.
Okay, if the guy asks who we are: I'm the leader, Danny's my number two, Sam's our combat strength, Tucker's our intelligence and Timmy is the canary. Timmy:
We send you in first, and if you die we know the room is dangerous. Timmy: Gee, thanks.