"Are those boobs or pecs?"
"He's kind of like a step-stool, with fur."
A: [Mumble mumble mumble.]
A: I'm talking to my brain.
B: You're talking to your brain out loud, sweetie.
"Sounds like a good reason to shoot in their direction, unless you want to be in melee with those things."
A: [Out loud] Oops, wrong button.
A: [In Roll20 text box, simultaneously] "Whips it out and pees on his weapon."
Everybody Else [Out loud]: You actually wrote a macro to say that!!!????"
GM: In the corner you see some poop.
A: Do we check it out?
B: Yeah, it seems every time we check out poop there's treasure hidden in it.
A: Like fortune poop!
A: Meet Lucky – the three-legged, one-eyed Blink Dog.
B: He has a claw/claw/fall-down attack sequence.
Is that what it means to be neutral? Kill half the orcs and give the rest a cookie?
Oh, no! Yogis! If they get into downward dog position, we know they're getting ready to charge.
A: [Makes pig noises]
B: Why do I suddenly feel like I'm in Deliverance?
Beyond this lies only meta!
Fabulous flaming boars – we have just entered the metrosexual Deep Dark.