That Sudden Realization
We are in a trading town and our cleric, as is his custom, goes to buy an unreasonable amount of cheese to supplement our rations.
Cleric OOC: “Do I see any cheese vendors in the market?”
DM: “You do. He is a human male with a beard.”
Cleric: “Greetings. I am looking to buy some cheese.”
Vendor: “What kind?”
Cleric: “What kind do you have?”
Vendor: “I’ve got cow, goat, and centaur cheese.”
Cleric: “Centaur cheese?”
Vendor: “Alrighty then, how many pounds of centaur cheese would you like.”
Party is screaming in the background
Cleric: “Well. I guess I’ll buy 30 lbs.”
Party has gone ballistic.
FOUR SESSIONS LATER
Party is fighting some cockroach men. We are probably in the middle of combat when the fighter just screams.
DM: “What’s wrong?”
Fighter: “CENTAUR CHEESE! WHAT SET OF TITS DOES THE MILK COME FROM!”
All was quiet and the cleric just wore a face that said, “What have I done?” We had to take a 20 minute break right then.
