“Not good, bro. Not good.”
“…My razor is missing, man! I’ve lost like… three different personal hygiene items today! This damn fort is eatin’ them or somethin’!”
“The razor you use for your hair— or lack thereof, right? Well, maybe you can ask Armin to help you find ‘em or something. What else of yours was … eaten by the fort?”

“I lost my cape last night… Then your damn ladyfriend took my toothbrush! Now this… ugh, I bet it was her, too.”

“–Ain’t no way in hell I’m dancin’ round this damn place in my boxers, yo.”
“I don’t really know, since I’ve never had this problem before.” “But if y'think it’ll help, then go for it. It is...
“…Dude, maybe I should just drink a shitload of water.” “Water makes your breath smell okay, right?”