Scott:
I finally have a name for my character:Crummon Uthbot, known affectionately to friends as "Crum" and to enemies as "argh get that axe out of my spleen"
James:
Just don't hang out with Conan.
"Crom!"
"What?"
"Huh?"
"You said..."
"I said Crom."
"Oh, Crom!"
"Yeah."
"I thought..."
"Oh, you thought..."
"Crum."
"Yeah, Crum."
"Funny."
"Yeah."
"..."
"You have really hot biceps."
"Sorry, Conan - straight."
"Oh, no, I meant..."
"..."
"It was a compliment. Nothing..."
"...?"
"You know, not a..."
"Come on?"
"Yeah."
"...?"
"I mean nah, not a..."
"Come on."
"Yeah."
"So... Cimmeria, eh?"
"Yeah. It's a hole."
"Really?"
"Yeah, couldn't wait to get out of it."
"That bad?"
"Only just got a 7-Eleven last year."
"Serious?"
"Yeah."
"..."
"Crum..."
"..."
"Uh..."
"Oh, you were talking to me?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, sorry, I thought..."
"Crom?"
"Yeah, like an oath."
"Nah, Crum."
"Oh, sorry."
"No prob."
"It... uh..."
"...?"
"It was a come on."
"Sorry mate, still straight."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Ah, Crom..."
"Was that..."
"Yeah, that one was an oath."
"Okay."
