NPC: "You're a sneaky looking sort."
Me: "You weren't supposed to see me." *kills NPC- can't leave witnesses*
Me: *kills everyone in the IC Market District, then another NPC enters*
NPC: "Looks like you're handy with a blade."
Me: *gets a real good laugh* "Yes, I am." *demonstrates on observant NPC*
NPC: "Everybody needs a copy of the Black Horse Courier!"
Me: "Why? To wipe with?"
NPC: "You're talking to me and I don't like it."
Me: "Do you like this better?" *puts arrow through NPC's eye, NPC dies* Me: "Guess not."
NPC: "HELP! MURDER!"
ME: "Help murder? Okay, I'll help. Who's the target?"