Right, how do you know you have played too much Baldur's Gate?
When you live in fear/hope of the day Tiax will point and click....
When the "bluster of the city makes [you] feel... insignificant..."
You walk around shouting "I AM the law!"
Your idea of a threat is "Me will crush you! Crush you to GOO!"...
You start collecting assorted metallic undergarments in the hopes of unlocking a special surprise...
When you lose your temper, you break out this lovely gem (love the dialogue options):
Ok, I've just about had my FILL of riddle asking, quest assigning, insult throwing, pun hurling, hostage taking, iron mongering, smart arsed fools, freaks, and felons that continually test my will, mettle, strength, intelligence, and most of all, patience! If you've got a straight answer ANYWHERE in that bent little head of yours, I want to hear it pretty damn quick or I'm going to take a large blunt object roughly the size of Elminster AND his hat, and stuff it lengthwise into a crevice of your being so seldom seen that even the denizens of the nine hells themselves wouldn't touch it with a twenty-foot rusty halberd! Have I MADE myself perfectly CLEAR?!
And finally a few parting insights:
"Um... Never take raisins from rabbits, never spit in a man's face unless his moustache is on fire, and don't take any wooden knickers unless you've a good supply of salve."
But clearly I have not played too much, no-sir-eee.
My old conscience is as clean as an elven arse.... though....
uh-ah. I'm gettin' a little sleepy.
in fact, I've done had enough of this....
regards,
IT