How a normal conversation is expected to go:
A: Hey, dude, can you pass me the salt?
B: Here you go, man.
A: Thanks, bro.
This game's idea of a conversation:
A: Hey, dude, my friend, my confidant, my brother of another mother. Not to insult you culinary capabilities, but this otherwise amazing dish is lacking on some flavor.
B: Woe is me, dear friend. No offense taken but for my own incompetence. I know the friendship that bonds us is too strong to falter after a mishap like this, but allow me to say that I'm sorry.
A: Halt, don't beat yourself too hard, dear friend. We are tooth and nail on this matter. As I previously said, the dish tastes great, but it's just missing a tiny bit of extra oomph. I ask of you to trust me when I say there's no fault on your ability as a cook.
B: You flatter me too much, brother. I know that you would never lie to me. If you say the dish is delicious then I'm certain of it. But I also trust our bond. If you reckon there's something missing, then you must speak the truth.
A: Your trust reassures me. And our bond. There's noting more important to me that the friendship, nay the brotherhood that blesses our relationship. As I previously said previous, the dish--
ME: ASK FOR THE FUCKING SALT ALREADY, MOTHERFUCKER! WHO THE FUCK TALKS LIKE THIS?! *enables the Skip Unread Text option out of exasperation*