Mages are geeks

Oh lookie, mages blathering on about mage stuff again, you pair of geeks...

...wait a minute, Iceheart, what did you just say to Laffent? Not something about testing your new project on me, I hope?

Suitov: Oh, don't worry. Your reflexes are sharp. You shouldn't get too injured.

Weft: *twiiiiitch*

Suitov: *griiiin*

Ferrl: Gaahahaha. He's beautiful.

I think we're at least four geeks. ^_^

I still wonder how you get magic to do maths.

Weft: You *looks it up*... quadruple of geeks.

Baskerville: Don't I count as a geek?

Weft: No? You count as an imbecile.

Baskerville: You're a geek.

Weft: I suppose.

Baskerville: Like a carnival geek, those guys that bite the heads off chickens? (That'ssuchacoolhobby.)

Weft: Eeeeeewww!! NO.

Ferrl: I bet he would if Sebbie was in danger from one.

Weft: I'd stab it with a nice clean blade. And now that mental image has ruined my insult I'm going to have to think of another one, you... hextuple of badly-dressed lummoxes, you.

*wears badly-dressed as a badge of honour* :D

And I thought I was comparatively well-dressed this week. XD

No biting the heads off bats, please. I'm marginally less bothered about the chickens, because non-corvid birds=evil, long as you don't get blood everywhere.

Weft: I don't bite anyone's heads off in a literal sense unless ordered to by proper authority! Plus, your clothing looks hideous and badly made. What is with that brown leather jacket? And those hobo gloves!

Mages like xkcd. This one does, at any rate.