Such danger and gravity breed the need for comic relief. As I have the lowest brow in the group, I take notes on those moments, and post them here at the Clash for your entertainment.
"We all agree, yours is the biggest."
"And that's why you don't use glow-in-the-dark dice."
"Pretty soon, we're gonna start rolling sex dice." (That's an XCKD reference. – ed.)
"It is throbbing mightily."
P: "Are they wearing pants?"
GM: "Nope, just belts."
"New spell component: Demon stones."
GM: "You hear demon wind."
P: "At least we don't smell it."
P1: "Your golem shrank in the wash."
P2: "And now I can't touch him again."
On another note, Dante (my PC) has learned to really have fun with the "Burning Hands" spell. Here is Dante's new theme song:
Burn baby burn! Burn that mother down!
If Dante has his way, every tavern within a 50-mile radius of Monteporte will play this song each time he walks in the door.