They should just go on a date already.
He's quiet, she's talkitive.

He's wrong, she's right.

He's a gun man. She's been gunned down. [Just pick a hole -laughs at that, almost falling over]

Is it me, or is there some kind of demented mutual protection thing going on between Carl and Wildcat at present? Only I know Carl'd react to a threat to Wildcat with a "{{puff}} My Ranger to murder" the same way Wildcat goes "{{puff}} My prisoners"...if either of them end up indebted to the other for it they're going to have to start a tally sheet before they can duel...

“I stuff the lit dynamite in my purse!”
“Your purse or your carpetbag, you said you have both with you.”
“The purse.”
“Okay, the dynamite is in the purse, and the fuse is still burning, you literally have like three seconds.   Now there is an underground lake here below you in the mine shaft, but you possibly risk a cave in no matter where you throw it.  I won’t make you roll throwing if you drop it in the lake though, all you have to do is let it go.”
“I throw it in the lake!”
“The purse with the dynamite in it?”
“Yes!”
“Okay it doesn’t have time to sink very far, but it does get a short ways under the surface of water when it goes BOOM.  A lot of water sprays everywhere, but no one is hurt.  Some sand and sediment comes down the shaft, but it seems to have held up just fine.”
“Where’s my purse?”
“You just blew it up.  Mark off anything you were carrying in it.”
“Why did I put it in there!?”
“I don’t know.”

(A little background on this one.  I’m playing a Tech Priest who lost his face to an elder attack, basically an alien elf just cut my face off one time so my Fellowship is 3 on a scale of 1 to 100 more or less.  Tech Priests are sort of half robot, so I worked it out with the GM my character basically has a metal plate for a face with two glowing optical sensors on it, which is why my Fellowship is so low now.  Also, I’ve never said whether this character is male or female, and since he/she is half robot, speaks with a synthesized voice that can sound like literally anyone, and wears a big robe all the time, and responds to being called either a he or a she out of sheer indifference, it’s sort of a running gag.  That and the other players are perverts who make hilarious pervert remarks all the time but I've left those out since this game is rated Mature.)

New player has found what’s basically a paint marker in game.
“I’m gonna draw big moustache under her nose. ”
GM:  “First of all, why do you think the pile of bolts is a her now when you’ve been calling it he and him this whole time, second of all, what are you going to draw it under, the tech priest doesn’t have a nose any more.   It’s just a metal plate with a grill where the mouth should be and two glowing sensors where the eyes should be.”
“I draw it anyway”
GM:  “Do you let her?”
“No.  I say, stop that, you’re messing up my finish.”
“But I want to draw a face on you.”
“No.”
“But you need a face, you’ll never be pretty without a face.”
“I don’t care.”
(Some time later, the exasperated Tech Priest makes some rolls and wrestles the marker away from her and stuffs her in a locker.)
“How can he do that!?”
GM:  “So it’s a he again now?  Anyway your Strength is like 25, the tech priest has like a 60, your weapon skill sucks too, his is good, so this probably is how it should go down.”
“But I’m an assassin.”
GM:  “Yeah who uses guns.”
Some time later, she decides to get revenge by shooting me with her autogun.   My character is basically like the Terminator or something, and she’s using ordinary ammo, so it does nothing to me.
“Stop that.”
(She keeps firing to no avail, other players are laughing.)
“But I use guns!”
GM:  “You have to do like 13 damage to hurt the tech priest.  You can hurt him you're just rolling not so good.”
“WHAT!?”
GM:  “Yeah, why do you think when you guys went down that hallway the priest walks in first and the other characters stand behind him for cover!?”
“Her!”
GM:” Whatever!  Look she’s made out of more metal than bones and stuff.”
“How come I’m not cool like that!?”
“You are.  She weighs like 800 pounds and people are afraid of her, and she can’t fight like you can, and she can hardly move at all and you can move really fast…”
“Oh, so that’s why he doesn’t have a face.”
“Yes, that’s why he doesn’t have a face.  He’s basically a cyborg.”
“So he doesn’t have a face and that’s why he can take so much damage.”
“That’s right.”
“Really?  Hey, do you have a sword?”
“Uh, yeah…”
“Cut my face off with it, I want to be all tough like that too.”
GM face palms.