DM: the two ogres look at you with hunger in their eyes, hunger that could only be sated by flesh
My sorcerer: “Bitch get some fucking lotion it looks like your skin is literally dried snot, and to top it off that’s what your breath smells like too so I ain’t going anywhere near your ass smelling mouth so you better sit the hell down and take notes”-followed by a minute long read that made the ogres end up crying. But hey we didn’t have to fight them!
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