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• All right. Then I guess I'm in it too. May Dwayna protect us!
• This racer placed 1st
• Moa Racing 1st Place
• This racer placed 2nd
• Moa Racing 2nd Place
• This racer placed 3rd
• Moa Racing 3rd Place
• The usual. Questions about how the centaurs knew the Falcons would be on that hill that day. Questions about why they'd been sent out there alone. Nothing official. Just beer talk.
• Preceptor Doern Velazquez
• Your body ripples like a river over solid rock. Your wits could upstage a mesmer. I'm speechless.
• I'm not laughing. I'm not. You're so tense, you twang when you move. Wanna try again?
• This area up north promises more action that I'm used to. Being part of the fight here is really appealing to me.
• Panache! I am mightily impressed.
• I told you the new kid was too meek to handle my babies.
• I'm game. What do I have to do?
• I'm not feeling it. You can't force the funny, so I'll come back later.
• Hey hey! Looks like we have another new student for the College of Laughtacular Hilarity, where we professional clowns teach you local clowns to be real clowns.
• A norn, a charr, and an asura walk into a tavern...
• A clown has two key functions: to make people laugh and to star in their nightmares. We'll start with the laughs. Prove you've got what it takes. Tell me your best joke!
• ...and the norn says to the charr...
• ...and the charr says to the asura...
• ...and the asura says to the innkeeper...
• Acrid Dye[s]
• ...I'm asura that little fella is going to drink us all under the table!
• ...maybe it's just the ale talking, but you get me all CHARRGED up!
• ...I'm in the mood for singing, dancing, and fighting. Let's start a warband!
• Now bring it home!
• ...I could eat you, but that's merely an unfair cultural stereotype against my people.
• ...you can tune a piano, but you can't tuna fish!
• ...how can an asura call himself a genius when he has a name like Pook?
• ...if I had a trans-resonance flux modifier right now, your face would be prettier.
• ...excuse our rough humor. My companions and I are a little krewed.
• ...hey buddy, can you put this round on my tab? I'm a little short.
• Thanks. As my Uncle Mortimer always said, there's no play like word play.
• Ooh! Ladies and gentlemen, we have a groaner! Open a window, it stinks of stale joke in here! Still, some folks like that sort of thing, and since we always give the people what they want—you pass!
• Thank you, thank you. No applause, just throw gold.
• Ha! Now THAT'S a good joke! Are you sure you're just an amateur? You sound like you've been wearing the baggy pants and floppy shoes for years. Needless to say, you pass!
• Thanks. But for the record, just because you didn't get it doesn't mean it's not funny.
• Ouch. Wooden delivery, weak set-up, terrible punch line. In fact, that's so bad, it's good. I'm laughing at your sheer awfulness, but I am laughing. You pass!
• Now THAT would be funny. See you around town, clown.
• Keep writing those jokes, kid. Someday you'll be playing at the palace.
• I'm ready. I won't even break a sweat.
• Give me a moment to prepare.
• Working at the carnival isn't all silly jokes and games. Some of us deal with real danger. Ever dealt with wild animals? Come, show me how you handle these vicious beasts.
• I learned everything I know in the dangerous wilds of Shaemoor!
• I'm impressed. For a moment there, I thought the beasts would tame you, but you proved me wrong. Nice moves.
• I'm ready.
• Mime battle?
• I think I need to stretch. I'll come back later.
• If you want to join the carnival, you'll need to defeat me in the age-old tradition of the mime battle.