The DM asks if anyone has five or ten more d20s he could borrow.
The DM reads the next room to himself and giggles.
The DM says "Oh, it's only 16 points of damage. Then he rends you."
You peer through an illusion of a wall into a different dimension...where there are one hundred and forty-four grell waiting to meet you.
The body dissapears before you can search it.
The shopkeeper says, "You're a mage? And you have a wolf? And you? Ah,a cleric. A kender. A ranger. I see. Hmm. Yes, well, I'll be right back." and you hear the sounds of doors being barred.
The giant frog looks at you hungrily (this applies to small creatures...like kender, for example).
The dragon looks annoyed that you've disturbed it, and then the girallon attacks.
Little eyes look at you from just under the water and something stings your foot.
There's a skeletal hand attatched to the +5 dagger.
There are three trolls and only one of you.
You've ripped out that one keystone holding up the ceiling.
The kender says, "Ooops."
The kender says, "Gee, isn't that interesting!"
The DM says, "Okay, the red dice are his bite, the blue dice are his left claw, the orange dice are his right claw, the sort of clearish ones are his tail, the marlbe ones are his wings, and..."
The DM rolls a two for damage and says,"That's 18 points of damage, and please make a Fortitude save."
The DM says, "That's 42 points of damage, and boy are you lucky."
The DM says, "Aw man, you guys got off easy!"
The DM says, "I need more that that . . .Can I just borrow those eight?" about d6s for a damage roll.
The DM says, "And then the shockwave hits."
The DM starts humming "We're in the money" to him/herself.
The DM reads ahead in the book and exclaims, "HOLY ---!"
