Just The Same Old Song and Dance

Just an angry blue alien trying to make enough money to buy a planet. What do you mean, "that's not a reasonable goal"?

[children-ofthestars]

touch starved rp starters

“you are the worst case of touch starvation i’ve ever seen.”

“you made a mistake hugging me because i’m so touch starved i’m not letting go of you now.”

“i’m sorry but can you give a hug i need to remember what human contact feels like.”

“man you know you’re really starved for affection when someone gives you a friendly pat on the back and your knees get all wobbly.”

“so i looked it up and it’s called skin hunger, also known as touch starvation. so i’m going to hug you now and you aren’t going to complain because this has actually been affecting your mental health.”

“no one’s hugged me in years. do you mind if we stay like this a little longer?”

“keep scratching my head. it feels nice and i don’t know the last time someone did that for me.”

“the reason i am acting like a cat right now and why i’m sprawled across your lap is because i can’t remember the last time someone held me like this.”

“my video game spouse called me dear and i started crying please send help.”

[demonicdiligence]

Send 🎃 for my muse to suggest a couples costume for our muses

[thingsforrp]

Send 🎁 for my muse’s reaction to one finding the following on their doorstep

(Enter 1 - 15 into a random number generator. Some crack, some angst, some something else)

One sock, stripey, red

A book of all the lies they’ve ever been told

A puppy in a box, sleeping

An inflatable flamingo

Three kittens in a bag

A banana

Your muse covered in blood

A baby in a small carrier with my muse’s name written on a label 

Your muse in a chicken suit

Half a plant pot

Your muse holding an assortment of fruit

A bowl of salad

Themself as a child 

Your muse’s phone number, left without a name

A dead body

[thingsforrp]

Disastrous cooking starters

“How on earth did you get rice on the ceiling?”

“Is that an eggshell?”

“Did you even cook this pasta?”

“For your own health you should cook dinner”

“Last time I cooked I set the fridge on fire”

“How much sugar did you put in this?”

“Wait you’re supposed to stir it first?”

“Do you have an obsession with salt or something?”

“The icing will cover the mistakes”

“Did you buy this instead of cooking?”

“Can you taste the eggshells?”

“Oh that’s what beating eggs means”

“Don’t flip the pancakes, please”

“I’d say ‘feed it to the birds’ but I think it’d kill them”

[fantasticmemesandwheretofindthem]

Monty Python and the Holy Grail inspired rp starters (part 2/2) Feel free to change pronouns !

‘‘He killed my auntie!’‘

‘‘This is supposed to be a happy occasion!‘‘

‘‘ Let’s not bicker and argue about who killed who.‘‘

“Is there anywhere in this town where we could buy a shrubbery?”

“I arrange, design, and sell shrubberies.”

“You must cut down the mightiest tree in the forest… with… a herring!”

“By what name are you known?”

“The entrance to this cave is guarded by a creature so foul, so cruel that no man yet has fought with it and lived!”

“What an eccentric performance.”

“That’s the most foul, cruel, and bad-tempered rodent you ever set eyes on.”

“What if you get a question wrong?”

“What is your favorite color?”

“What is the capital of Assyria?”

“What is the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow?”

“How dare you profane this place with your presence!?”

“I burst my pimples at you and call your daughter an unrequested silly thing.”

“Walk away.  Just ignore them.”

“We shall attack at once!”

[adelembe]

i feel this on a spiritual level

[rpforthesoul]

Rooster Teeth Starters Pt. 1

“ Life’s not a bitch. Life is a beautiful woman. ” “ Oh dog dog dog dog dog. There’s a dog next to you. Please pet ot. It needs to be pet. ” “ Where am I? What way up am I? ” “ I don’t hate kids, I’m inconvenienced by them. ” “ Brunch is how I learned to be a classy alcoholic. ” “ I love hating people. ” “ Tears make great lube. ” “ Everybody was gay in the 90s. ” “ You sucked my nipples! ” “ On a scale of one to fucked up, guess where I am right now. ” “ The ocean has no corners. ” “ We are not moving on until I know what a blue waffle is. ” “ I need to lay down and die now. ” “ That was traumatic. ” “ I cam here to tell clean, wholesome, family jokes, and you make me show my balls/tittys! ” “ There’s nothing more relaxing than a coma. ” “ Thanks or being the closest thing I have to friends. ” “ Cool is an emotion. ” “ I guess I’m a dumb bitch. ” “ Gravity is bullshit. ” “ I hate everyone equally. ” “ People aren’t cats. ” “ I have never stuck a finger in my asshole in a sexy way and sent it to a partner because they asked me to do it. ” “ From sucking dicks to eating cake. I love it! ” “ Considering this may be my last testament, tell everyone I know to go fuck themselves. ” “ I’m only gay in my car. ” “ They died being killed. ” “ Call me the Titanic, because I’m sinking about you. ” “ I’m sucking that big dick in the sky right now. ” “ Virginity is like your GPA when you’re an adult. No one fucking cares. ” “ Tired. Sleepy. Need money. ” “ Get fucked, me. ” “ I’m a lovely delicate flower, and also just fuck me hard. ” “ I thought the moon was a mile away in sixth grade. ” “ All the pretty things are broken. ” “ You were born to be THAT guy. ” “ France is in Italy, right? ” “ How up is space? ” “ Shiver me titties. ” “ I have the reflexes of a potato. ” “ I BLEACHED MY BUTTHOLE FOR YOU. ” “ Cockadoodle bitch biscuit. ” “ Is my finger suposed to bend this way? ” “ You don’t get warmer than hell. ” “ You look like you fingered Elmo. ” “ Look at all those wack-ass trees! ” “ I wish you were naked. ” “ Are you havin’ my ass? ” “ You can’t out-think someone who doesn’t think. ” “ You’ve gotta fuck things sometimes! ” “ I get turned on by people who can beat the shit out of me. ” “ I was just thinking about horse dick. ” “ Ding Dong, asshole! ” “ With great power comes, uh, you fuck shit up a lot. ” “ You can be beautiful on the inside and outside, you piece of shit. ” “ I am concerned about everything. ” “ Good lord on a bike. ” “ Time to make like a tree and branch. ” “ Here’s a fun fact about [[name]]. They’re dying from the inside out. ” “ I don’t trust the sun anymore. ” “ I didn’t think that Uno without dicks could be fun. ” “ First one to pass out is a bitch. ” “ Y'all are supposed to shut the fuck up. ” “ I’m going to mars out of SPITE motherfucker. ” “ I’m made of bad ideas. ” “ I don’t believe in numbers because I think they’re stupid. ” “ I agreed to a scary game, not a dildo in my mouth. ”

[singingintothevoid]

“Can I have flaming pistols?” -Theoric ((Imma just send you a few of these...>_>))

Siren set down her meteor hammer with a loud thunk.  “Excuse me?”

“Flaming pistols.”  Theoric waved his hand vaguely.  “I want some.”

“Theoric?  How many.  Fuckin’ people.  On this god damn blasted fucking ship.  Use fire.”  

“Uh…”

“At least five.  That’s a fifth of the whole crew.”

“Yeah, but-”

No buts!  Wolfy almost sets th’ entire ship on fire ona weekly basis, Lash jus’ blows shit up for the funovit, thank gods that’s usually off th’ ship, ‘nd god save us all when Cinder gets fuckin pissed.  Why the hell would I need ya usin’ fire too?”

“It’s intimidating?  I could bust out of the ship, fire flying, and that would make six, and six is better than five!”  Theoric grinned broadly.

With a sigh, Siren thunked her forehead on the table.  “I’m in hell.  I somehow left the universe proper when I left the Ravagers, and wound up in fuckin hell.”  She glared at him sideway.  “Fine.  FINE.  Finda set and I’ll wire yer ass th’ credits.”

Theoric gave a cheerful skip out of her quarters, and she fought back a small smile.  “I canna believe this place…”

[singingintothevoid]

“Hold my record player, I’m going in.” -((I'm gonna say Warhound/Wolfhound, but doesn't this sound like Peter Quill??))

“P-PETER!”  Siren shrieked, flailing at the walkman thrown her way.  By some miracle, she kept her hold on it, but as she had grabbed for it, the young man had cheerfully thrown himself off the cliff.  “PETER WHAT THE EVER LOVING FUCK ARE YOU DOING.”  She screamed after him, as his boots flared haphazardly to life, and he shot up, the wind from his passing making her hair swirl in her face.

“THOSE HAVEN’T BEEN CALIBRATED FOR YOUR WEIGHT YOU FATASS!”

The only response was a thrilled whoop from above her as Peter did a flip.

Siren’s mouth open and closed, words failing her.  

“Those are yours, aren’t they.”  Siren jumped.  She had been too busy screaming at Peter to hear Yondu come up behind her, but now there was someone closer to scream at, so her attention diverted.  “HE IS GOING TO GET HIMSELF KILLED!”  She spun around waved the music player in the general region of the blue man’s face.  “HE KNOWS IT TOO, THAT’S WHY HE GAVE ME THIS!”

“He jus’ needs to keep an eye on the fuel…”  Yondu waved her off, taking a step back so the walkman was no longer a threat to his nose.  “You worry too much.”

“HE’S NOT LISTENING TO ME!  YOU CAN NOT CHASE SPEEDERS IN THOSE THINGS!”

“He seems to be doin’ okay.”  

“AAAAARG!”  Siren spun on her heel, wobbling on the edge of the cliff herself.  She ignored Yondu’s snort as she watched Peter duke it out, but only half, as she had her hand slapped over her eyes and was watching from between her fingers.  

 “You’re concerned too or you wouldn’t be here.”  She muttered.  Yondu patted her on the head, and she bristled.

“Just wanted to see what you were losing your shit over.  It’s usually entertaining.”

“Jackass.”

“Yer damn right.”

“…I’m groundin' 'im when 'e gets back down 'ere.”

[rpmemesupreme-blog]

Out of Context D&D Quote Starters:

Source

“EXCUSE YOU, I AM A HOT FAIRY.”

“I’ll kick a tree’s ass.”

“You should seduce the boat!”

“I killed a man today. In space. On a dragon. With a shovel.”

“Can I have flaming pistols?”

“No, you may not make a human centipede out of your army of 50 children.”

“Can I pay them money not to come near me?”

“I’m pretty sure fish don’t accept money.”

“I don’t know what we need to bleed on.”

“Let’s bleed on everything, just to be safe.”

“I’m going to go out on a limb and say we’re not going to solve this problem by bleeding on it.”

“Your ass is not a weapon you are proficient with.”

“That is the only dwarf ass I’m going to draw for you today.”

“Oh shit, I forgot the princess.”

“Did you just pull a gun out of your hair?”

“Who just carries spiders around in their pockets?!”

“He fought like he lived… Full of spears.”

“Ok, so there’s a lot of teeth in this water.”

“I’m not sure how to split a throne evenly. We all have a sitting schedule?”

“How many noses are going into this chicken?”

“We just turned a ritualistic orphan sacrifice chamber into a nightclub.”

“You started a cult!?”

“We need to give this guy a proper burial. After we loot his body. And take his teeth.”

“Yeah, he’s a ghost now. But I can punch ghosts, so it’s fine.”

“Have you ever seen a dragon choke on one hundred and thirty five orphans? Because you’re about to.”

“I can be responsible for my own severed leg, thank you.”

“Look, if I’m going to be a part of this Badger Cult, I expect career options!”

“I can’t believe you just pre-battle blazed it.”

“You lose the moral high ground after the second murder.”

 “I am literally dying for your sins right now! Do not fuck this up for me!”

“Summon the monkeys! They will be relevant!”

“What happens if you die in Hell?” “Double Hell.”

“Long term goal: we put your corpse on the airship.”

“Does it still count as ‘evil’ if I feel really bad about it?”

“Everyone is ambidextrous until proven otherwise.”

“You blew up the sun!”

“Hold my record player, I’m going in.”

“I have never tried to stab you in a combat situation!”

“Want to use my knife? It’s only been used for our own ritual blood-letting.”

“I’m not sure we can even beat a log right now. We must negotiate with it.”

[singingintothevoid]

New Friend

Siren smirked as she leaned forward, sweeping the chips to her side of the table in a flashy, pointless gesture.

“I’m gettin’ full value outta ya buddy,” She drawled, grinning just a little wider so the points of her teeth were visible.  “Goods’ll be picked up in about fifteen hours, an’ so help me, if ya try to cheat me, there won’t be a meteor in this galaxy ya ass would be safe in.”

The blue man slumped, an impressive move given the size of his shoulders, and Siren laughed, plucking the datastick from her tablemate’s unresistant hand.  “Not that ya could!  Doubt ya got credits left for fuel!”  

In her moment of gloating, she missed her victim turn to mutter something to his bodyguard, who angrily stomped away.  Not that she had paid much attention to his presence anyway; when she was here, sizing up others was Lash and Spackle’s job.  The more she held herself as a rich, cocky brat, the less people expected of her, and the more she could get away with.  And she got away with a lot.  For example, her taunting about being cheated was so heavily hypocritical her tongue should be making clanging noises against her teeth, as Chamile was currently hanging on the ceiling, invisible, and quietly relaying the other’s hand to her over an earpiece radio.   Over at the dice table, Chirp had his antenna tucked under a hat as he quietly tilted dice for Zentara, who was flirting just enough that no one was paying any attention to the scrawny kid beside her.

But rules were things for other people.

Her opponent (he had introduced himself when he sat at her table, but she had promptly forgot and had been thinking of him as Fresh Meat all night) stood, glowering at her.  Siren just grinned wider, settling back in her chair, as Lash and Spackle stepped forward.  Meat looked like he was considering it anyway, probably because he alone was as wide as the two of them together, but decided against it in the smartest move he had made all night.  

“Run along, buddy.”  A casino bouncer had come along, and rested his hand on Meat’s shoulder.  “Computer says you don’t have enough credits left to stay.”  Meat, having been given a smaller target and the smashing realization he had, in fact, just bet away almost everything he owned and now had nearly nothing left, turned and punched the man in the face.  The bouncer didn’t budge, and Meat recoiled with what definitely looked like a broken hand.  

Siren didn’t care to stay and see how this was going to go down, and promptly sauntered off as the bouncer pulled back for his own punch and a flock of black-suited bouncers descended on the starting fight.  She didn’t feel bad.  Meat had been downright rude to the waitstaff, and that was the lowest kind of person.  Even space pirate had standards.

“Let’s get drinks.  On me.”  Siren decided, as they exited.  Hailstorm and Warhound pushed themselves to their feet from their seats next to the door and fell into step beside them.  Chamile became visible next to the two, and gave a quiet cheer.

Drinking on won money was almost always a bad idea, and last night was not the exception.  There always seemed to be even less concern with how much money was spent, and on backwater planets like this, there was some potent stuff if you had the credits for it.

Siren dragged herself out of her tank, glad she had made it in, because most of the rest of her crew were going to be useless for the rest of the day.  This way she was at least somewhat safe from the hangover, having spent the night hydrated.  She peered at herself in the mirror, tugging a brush through her hair, which was already drying, thanks to its oils.  Wasn’t much she was going to do about the circles under her eyes today, and she was already in a losing battle with the crows feet.  “We’re only thirty-eight.”  She snapped at her reflection.  “It’s bad enough we got white hair already, stop that!”

“Stress does terrible things, boss-lady.”  Shine commented from her doorway, smiling serenely.

“So it’s all y’all’s fault.”  Siren grumped.  “Noted.  Ya need somthin’?”

“Not particularly.  However, you may be interested to know that your winnings from last night have been delivered.  Also, the man you won them from who started the fight as we were leaving?  He’s going to be working at the casino until he can pay off the fine they levied against him, so we might want to avoid it for a while.”

“Go figure.”  Siren sighed dramatically.  “Was one of the only ones ‘round her we could still get in’ta.”

Shine smiled.  “Guess we’ll have to actually work a job then.”  She narrowed her eyes slightly.  “I am surprised though...  You almost never drain someone completely like that.”

“‘E was ‘n idiot.”  Siren shrugged, and yanked her coat on.  “Shouldn’ta bet more than ‘e was willin’ ta lose.”  She reflected for a moment.  “He also slapped the waitress’s ass.  I didn’t like that.”

“Hmm...”

“Anyway, where’s ‘Ailstorm?  I need someone sober ta help move shit.”

It hadn’t really occurred to Siren that when you win all “easily liquefied assets” from a man who owns slaves...  That included slaves.  But here sat the long haired man who had been behind Meat all night, with the rumpled look of someone who had spent a night sleeping on a crate.  And now he was glaring at her, holding tight to a small sack that must have held everything he owned in the world.  Siren probably looked much the same when she was dropped off in the orphanage.  

“No!”  She screeched again, jabbing one finger at the employee, who was almost straining something with the level of ‘I couldn’t give less of a shit’ attitude they were exuding.  “I don’t do slaves!  I don’t deal in ‘em, I don’t transport ‘em, and I certainly don’t win people!”

“Well, you won this one, and he can’t stay in here.  I’m obligated to make sure all your winnings get off planet with you, and that includes this...”  He glanced at his tablet.  “Theoric.  An Asgaurdian combat slave, about 900 standard years of age.  Male, and fuckin’ smells it.”  Behind him, Theoric looked massively offended, and tried to give himself a subtle sniff.  The employee closed the program, and popped the data stick out.  “His info and ownership papers are all on here.  You could give him back, but he’d just get sold to cover his old master’s debt to our casino, and the owners don’t care who buys those they sell.”  (The offended expression switched to vague panic.)

Siren stared at the man, unable to form words through her fury.  Next to her, Hailstorm was almost vibrating from his own disgust.  Pretty much everyone on her ship saw eye to eye on slavery, but that had never stopped him from going on long, angry rants about it.  

Shine stepped forward, before Hailstorm could explode, and took the stick from the man’s hand.  “Of course we’ll take him.”  She was releasing her calming pheromones, and to her (decreasing) frustration, Siren felt herself respond to them.  “I know where this place sells people.  I don’t wish that on anyone.”

“Fine.”  Siren seethed.  “Alrighty, Mr. Theoric, come aboard.  I’ll find ya a room without some weird ass bird in it, and decide whatta do with yer ass once we get off this shithole.”  She stomped back up the gangpank into her ship, waving for him to follow her.  Shine smiled apologetically at the man.  

“She’s nicer than she acts, I promise.”  She patted his shoulder as he walked past, before moving to help bring boxes into the cargo bay.

They found a room Theoric could put his stuff down on the third try.  First door had a large, blinking machine making concerning noises in it, and the second did indeed have a large, weird bird, which flew at Siren when she opened to door, shrieking wildly.

“First order of business, is you are taking a shower.”  Siren wrinkled her nose.  “I’ve lived with an unwashed crew once before, and its not ever happening again.”  She pointed out the shower room, and continued, “Once you do that, come out.  We’ll figure out getting you free.”

Theoric bolted into the shower with more enthusiasm than she expected, though he did mutter something about not stinking THAT bad.

Siren sat on what was to be Theoric’s bed, and brooded.  Slaves were documented, so that meant she had to go submit paperwork for not only his transfer to her ownership (a frustrating mess), but also for his freedom (An even more frustrating mess.)  It also wasn’t much help that she had been banned from the planet as a slave thief, a title she wore with pride.  The Goats had told her about how slave escaped on their home planet, how simple it was in comparison...  Cross the right boarder and you were generally safe.  (Actually, it had been a much more complex explanation, but there was just something about Chamile trying to explain things that made Siren lose all focus and retention)

Here, if you were stolen as a slave, your paperwork had to be stolen too, and then purchase or exchange information forged, then you would still generally have to be on the watch for bounties out on you.  And that was just if you were being stolen by another master.  Stolen to be freed?  It was easier just to find a way to fake your death.  Fake identities for ex-slaves were highly sought after, and Siren was pretty sure that’s how Zentara made most of her money.  They hopefully wouldn’t need that though, considering this was all done legit.  

Huh.

That was a weird feeling.  Though she supposed bounties were things done legitimately...  Probably...

Her musing was interrupted by Theoric coming back out, toweling his hair.  There had only been one towel in there.  Nothing she hadn’t seen before, but...

“So I suppose the “ass-gaurd” part ain’t really embraced in yer culture, huh?”  She drawled, giving it a vague inspection.  Probably in the top twenty she’d seen, and that was saying something considering how many brothels she had wandered around in.  

[moretrashyrpmemes]

NSFW Practices- Retail Edition

Send one for…

☹️ - My muse to stand on top of a display stand trying to fix a light and topple on top of your muse

😱 - Your muse to be riding in a cart standing with my muse pushing it

🎃 - My muse to stack up canned goods far above where they can reach

😶 - Your muse to catch my muse slip and fall on a wet spot before they had a chance to place a wet floor sign down

💅 - My muse to use the display lipstick that everyone else uses with their gross lips

🤜 - My muse to be stocking an isle as your muse falls against the stand and knocking it over

🤔 - Our muses to be baggers that keep putting plastic bags over eachothers heads

🤤 - Your muse to catch mine eating food out of the trash on lunch since they forgot their wallet at home

😈 - My muse to double scan items for a rude customer… to be caught be your muse

😐 - Your muse to have to crawl up and retrieve a little boys toy from where he threw it on the air pipes, my muse is spotting yours incase they fall

😒 - Your muse constantly shoots mine with a stapler at their register

🤡 - RANDOM

[horrificmemes]

My muse doesn’t realize they’ve been dead for a long, long time. Your muse is the only person who can currently see them. How do they explain to my muse that they’re no longer among the living?

[tortoistor]

movie tropes that will never get old to me:

a thing happens + two people exchanging money in the back

fourth wall breaking

“give up all your weapons” and that one guy that spends the entire evening taking his weights worth out his pockets

*a terribly loud crash* meowing/ car sirens heard offscreen

alternatively: a terribly loud crash and one of the characters going “oops” in the most casual voice

“fuck you” “well if you insist”

[nerdgasrnz]

#alternatively alternatively: *terribly loud crash w/ sirens and cat screeching*#person: *off camera* ‘I’M OKAY’ (via @zenlida)

[count-di-luna]

character being all “you expect me to do X?” Gilligan Cut to character doing X

[susiephone]

the squad gets captured and interrogated separately, and they’re all telling equally terrible, completely contradictory lies

people completely missing the completely unsubtle, very visible dangerous thing in the room with them

alternatively, people absolutely seeing the completely unsubtle, very visible dangerous thing in the room with them and just not giving a shit

bonus points if it’s a beleaguered minimum wage employee who just goes about their business like “yep same shit as always”

someone pretending they don’t know another character is eavesdropping, only to casually reveal at the end of the scene that they know (*leaving* “tell tom that he can come out now” *tom drops from the ceiling in spy gear, irritated*)

choosing to deal with the villain by just leaving them alone in a room with another character

the “hands go down” trope

example: “any questions?” *everyone’s hands go up* “…that AREN’T sarcastic?” *everyone’s hands go down*

[neonprotagonist]

how could all y'all forget “ACT NATURAL!”

[beradan]

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

These are all great but let’s not forget two characters giving extremely biased flashbacks to the same event that each paint the other as an incompetent loon

[stunt-muppet]

i would like to respectfully add: scenes where a character walks into a room, sees something scary, and turns around and walks out with no reaction or change of expression

[scaliefox]

Bonus points if he DOES react, but it’s to close the door and tell his buddy “it’s for you.”

[brieflyshypuppy]

Intentionally getting wrong easy-to-pronounce names (“It’s Sean, isn’t it?” “Dude. It’s John.”)

That one character who is like actively dying but insists they’ve had worse and wants to keep fighting

Knocking down a big group of opponents with a bowling ball sound effect

Convenient book titles (“Plot-Related Thing for Dummies”)

[yyyyddmmsupremacy-deactivated20]

Characters giving a flashback and voicing all the characters themselves

[angstmemes]

My muse is being held in solitary confinement and hasn’t seen anyone for weeks. Send ⚠ to find them.

[theinboxmemebook]

Reblog if you RP with OCs, and don’t mind interacting with other’s OCs!

If you do reblog this, be sure to check the notes of this post and locate/message any possible new friends that spark your interest!

[rp-meme-central]

Dance related sentence starters

1. “Come on, ____, dance with me!” 

2. “Would you care to dance?” 

3. “Please don’t dance in the middle of the ____. You’re embarrassing me.” 

4. “I can’t help it, this song just makes me want to dance.” 

5. “Please stop. Your ‘dancing’ is painful to watch.” 

6. “You are literally the only person in the room who isn’t dancing.” 

7. “I’m going to teach you how to dance.” 

8. “Will you teach me how to dance?”

9. “No dancing on tables this time.” 

10. “I’ve signed up for dancing lessons.” 

11. “You know, my dance instructor is really good. I could sign you up, if you’d like?” 

12. “Why isn’t anyone dancing?” 

13. “Wow, you dance so beautifully!” 

14. “Have you been taking dance lessons? You’re so graceful.” 

15. “In case you haven’t noticed, it’s a little difficult to dance with a broken leg.” 

16. “I warn you, dancing with me comes at the risk of trodden toes.” 

17. “I never thought that dancing could be so much exercise.” 

18. “Casual dancing won’t cut it at a formal event. You’ll have to learn to dance like a gentleman/lady.” 

19. “It’s a simple dance. Just do what I do.” 

20. “Here. I got you tickets. I’m going to be participating in a dance competition.” 

21. “You call that dancing? You’re barely moving.” 

22. “I never knew you could ____ dance.”