Following from John’s simplifying of a plan I’d had to persuade certain people to give us information (give them a good time and if that doesn’t work, blackmail them):

Me: Hang on a minute! You’ve taken my idea of a wild bacchanalian orgy of alcohol and prostitutes and downgraded it to a talk at the university?

John: It’s cheaper.

And an exchange caused by my desire to have one of those black-light things that shows up hidden stains but won’t be invented for another sixty years or so (it’s currently 1926):

John: Why do you want that?

Me: To see if they left any blood stains behind.

John: But we’ll be able to see blood stains.

Me: Not if they cleaned them.

John: Oh I see! We’re not just dealing with mad, psychotic, occult-worshipping cultists! We’re dealing with mad, psychotic, occult-worshipping cultists with OCD!

This wasn’t actually the best one; the best one – which I missed with the camera – was when General Tangent appeared to morph into some kind of green, dragon-like monster rearing up above the table.

Our characters have now made it to Egypt. Best exchange of the night?

Me: We should check out the pyramids first. Didn’t we figure out last week that they aren’t actually very far from Cairo? Perhaps we should hire a car?

General Tangent: There’s a tram line that goes there. [Consults book]. The number [something] tram on the Pyramids line goes there.

TAFKAC: I’m not taking a tram! If we end up being chased by a bunch of cultists trying to kill us I don’t want to end up waiting for a tram to get away from them!

We agreed we wouldn’t take the tram.