DM: The marilith disarms you. PC: But I'm a monk. I'm not using any weapons. DM: My bad. Let me do this again... she dis-arms you.
As Columbus writes "Spain" on the right edge of the paper…
DM: The passageway ends. You can go left or right. David: Let's go left. Jacob: Wait. Let's go right. David: Why right? Jacob: Well, I just think that because we fought the trolls back in a room that was on the right, we should go right. David: [Incredulous] What? Jacob: I'm on the edge of the paper. If we go left, I'll run out of paper. David: OK, let's go right.
A player passed me a note to tell me that he was disguised as a "pheasant." He was extremely surprised when the bad guys entered the tavern to see his character in a bird costume, trying to be discreet.