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Lord Fear - Don't blame it on the sunshine, don't blame it on the moonlight...

Treguard - 'Lord Fear, are you up for a threesome with me and Pickle??'

[A Dungeoneer enters a room, wearing tap shoes.]

Dungeoneer: Where am I?

Advisor #1: OK, you're in a plainish room, with four walls, and like a doorway in the far left corner. There's also a table in the centre of the chamber with objects on... oh, and a spotlight.

Advisor #3: Right, we're gonna get you over to the clue table, so tap-dance left... stop.... pivot right a bit... alright, tap-dance forward... watch it, your arms are flailing a bit... now, jump to your left... slide forward, and... jazz hands!

Advisor #2: Now, can you see the table?

Dungeoneer: No.

Advisor: Side-step left a bit. Now take a few steps forward. Stop. Now, raise your arms spreading apart above your head. Now bend them in on each other. Part them and swing them to the left. Put them above your head again, pointing inwards this time. Okay. Spellcasting: Y, M...

The official slogan:
Vote for Lord Fear... ...or else!

Lord Fear at his communications pool...

"Goodbye!"

Mogdred [greeting a particular American politician]: 'Look upon Mogdred... look upon Mogdred, Dan Quayle!'

And Lord Fear would probably (not) say: I did not have sexual relations with that woman Maldame!

Treguard: Go on, Pickle, do your impersonation of an IT teacher at the end of a Year 8 IT lesson.

Pickle: Very well, Master. 'I say, you lot... log off.'

Lord Fear: Will you **** off!

Sorry guys!

Treguard: Bomb explosion imminent, out fast!

Advisor #1: What's that on the floor?

Dungeoneer: Crikey it's petrol!

Advisor #3: Get out now!!!

Dungeoneer: Where's the......



Dungeoneer: AAAAAUUUUUGGgggghhh.....................

Treguard: Heh!

?

Me a little slow to get that one....

Festus: Maiow!

Dungeoneer: Enter, Treguard!

Sylvester Hands: No thanks, I'm driving.

*as the dungeoneer picks up the crown Lord F appears to gloat*
Treguard: Extreme danger team! Fortunately you still have the revolver that Greystagg gave you, put it to use!
Lord F: (upon seeing the dungeoneer draw the gun) What the...?! *Bang*