she stole my clothes & I can't turn back into a seal without them!

I am still a puddle, although I've made some brief attempts at being a fencing & rock-climbing puddle. Soon I will be a sleeping puddle, which is much easier.

me: I don't have to make decisions. The soil can make its own decisions.
Steve: Soil doesn't make decisions.
me: Well, neither do puddles, then.
Steve: But puddles don't fight back, either. You're giving yourself away.
me: I'm just splashing a bit.

Kristine: Thanate is one of the few women who doesn't laugh at men's jokes.
me: I do if they're actually funny!

Steve: [something about unhappy childhoods, & only his mother loved him]...because I wasn't loved.
me: What about your wife, Steve?
Steve: Oh, I'm loved now.
me: You got over it? Congratulations!
Steve: [with some surprise] Yes. I got over it.

Oh, and Steve was trying to predict my future and telling me that I would find romance with someone "just around the corner" who likes impressionist painting (because we'd just had a conversation about my not particularly caring for it) and is less intelligent than me, but has some other quality that I appreciate...
me: Steve, are you trying to hook me up with someone stupid?
Steve: As the great Martin Mull said, would you please pass the artifact bag?

ok, it was funny at the time. it is also possible that puddles have a suspect sense of humor. Or that my brain has been irrevocably warped by the sun, heat, and TR threatening to cut off Kristine's fingers as an incentive to work faster.