Gerald: "Oh go on, we haven't had one in the party before."
Reginald: "I don't mind."
Cecil: "Neither do I."
Sebastian: "Nor I."
Maurice: "Alright then, you can be an American. But don't try to do the accent. I haven't forgotten your attempt to be a Spaniard when we played 'The Search for El Dorado' last month."
G: "Great. So I've got a Colt six-shooter, which gives +4 to reaction time, and a Winchester, which gives +2 to accuracy."
M: "Only when you have the initiative. If you're surprised, you get -2 to attack with the Winchester."
G: "Are you sure?"
M: "Yes. It says so here in 'Wondrous Weapons of the World' - see?"
G: "Well, I'm going to equip the Colt as my primary weapon then."
M: "Fine. So, that's your party. Have you all read the prologue for 'Return to the Lost World' or should I recap?"
... later ...
M: "Roll for initiative. All except you, Sebastian, you're still unconscious."
S: "Just my luck."
R: -rolls die- "2."
G: -rolls die- "9."
C: -rolls die- "7."
M: -rolls die behind a screen- "Gerald, you're first, what do you do?"
G: "I sneak up behind the ape-man and hit him over the head."
M: "With what?"
G: "Ehhh, with the butt of my rifle."
M: "Roll to attack."
G: -rolls die- "2"
M: -rolls die behind a screen- "The ape-man turns round as you raise the rifle above your head. Your attack is foiled. He stabs at you with a sharpened stick. Roll to avoid his attack."
G: -rolls die- "2"
M: "It's not your day today, is it? The stick catches you in the stomach for..." -rolls die- "5 damage. Cecil, what are you doing?"
C: "Can I use my whistle in one round?"
M: "Where is it?"
C: "In my left breast pocket."
M: "Then yes."
C: "I blow my whistle."
G: "Can't you do something useful? I'm bleeding to death here!"
R: "No, no, don't you remember? I got the whistle from the tribesmen. They said it summons help."
S: "What, like the gemstone you had last week? Those Martians nearly killed us for having one of their sacred stones!"
M: "Alright, alright, let's stick to this game. Reginald, roll for luck."
C: -rolls die- "20!"
M: "A small pterodactyl swoops out of the sky and attacks the ape-man."
C: "See, I told you so!"
S: "Hmmph. Well, right now I need another port and it's your round, old boy."