One of them made a dish so bad she vomited on him for 50ish points of acid damage, but otherwise it went well.

I saw a DM do something like that as an alternative to a battle sequence in a campaign where the boss monster was a connoisseur who agreed to let the players pass if they could satisfy her appetite. There was less insult-slinging, though.

I feel like I’ve missed something. Is this about Nuzzi or did something else happen?

I’m more partial to the “Huge Wax Mini Closet.”

Also, if you’re engaging with this post, you can probably read, which is very much not a given for the overwhelming majority of people even 200 years ago in the USA.

I tried a pier, but the hat was too small to read when I had Link scaled to fit.

If Jack Skellington had tried to take over Chanukah, Halloween Town would have burned for eight nights.

Tragically, there are curmudgeons with no sense of humor. There are also curmudgeons with a highly developed sense of humor. Both are overrepresented among Yiddish speakers, which is how you get the breakdown.

Who needs the badge in their handle when you can have it in the profile picture?

It’s called Cunningham’s Law.

I would tell you the official name of this phenomenon, but I don’t want to engage in it.

Which are all, notably, fiction.

What about the cracking when you open it for the first time?