What of your sins, Rogue? If the hero encountered you today, would he spare you a date with his sword?

No, no. By all means, lead on. Nothing gets the blood pumping more than hunting down the biggest threat to the realm and deciding we'll just wing it.

The rogue has suffered much. He needs someone to remind him of why he once believed in a good path...

I have not the foresight to predict everything, Rogue.

That's okay. If we are attacked by zombies I don't have to run fast. I just have to run faster than you.

Off flew his shirt, which landed on an outstretched arm of the ceiling fan. 'Beats me. God, is there a padlock on this thing?'
'It's not rocket science, Driggs. It's a bra.'
'It's a Rubik's cube of diabolical proportions, is what it - ha! Suck it, evil underwear!' Triumphant, he flung the unfastened conundrum across the room [...]