The Syrah-like one is nice.
But this whole thread is reminding me of years ago when my husband ran a D&D campaign for a while and it got to the point where we had all gotten to higher levels than any game he'd ever been in -- let alone be DM for. So he was throwing 2nd level demons at us.
I considered doing a cartoon of the people in the game (as our characters) saying the thing our characters would most likely to be saying. So the ranger would be saying "I've got blind fighting!" while falling over one of the dwarves (who was saying "I'm invulnerable!") after being tripped up by the elf (who was going "It's just a dwarf"). My character, the big dumb fighter on his first campaign would be going "Uh, what does this ring of warmth do?" The other human fighter would be looking at his (intelligent) sword and saying "Sword feeling plus two-ish today?" The other dwarf (dual-class cleric and mage in a world for which dwarves were sort of anti-magic -- so, yes, as she went up in level on that side her ability to cast spells *decreased* ) would be frantically looking for her familiar, going "Where's Fluffy?" And then while the DM would be face-palming saying "You weren't supposed to be able to DO that..." (he threw a Cone of Cold against us, having completely forgetten that I HAD the Ring of Warmth) there would be, on the table, a phone in use where the guy at the other end was from the local game shop (and an early player in the campaign): "A baby zorn? You must be in Steve's campaign...." (This apparently actually happened -- the woman running the dual class dwarf actually went looking for a figure of a baby zorn, not realizing that Mike had been friends with my husband since college; but it freaked the heck out of Jen when Mike said that to her! We called it "Fluffy" as a joke and the name stuck. We would use it to reconnoiter in new caverns, and it would come back saying stuff like "There's a chest in the next cavern with 468 pieces of gold in it. Burp...."
It was a very fun and silly campaign. Jen's then boyfriend played an, um sage -- "yeah sage, sage, that's the word" who early on got turned into a centaur. And decided to stay that way since it improved his armor class over being a low-level magic user. We were the "hit it if it moves" gang -- until Steve sent us up against a black dragon and then we suddenly (and collectively) turned into "Oh, hello, how very nice to meet you. Yes, if we run into a Wish spell we will CERTAINLY keep you in mind. Oh look at the time -- we really must be going now...." Leaving him going "Wha....? Huh? Who ARE you people?"
Early on, we were in a cavern fighting skeletons. I rolled a critical fumble and got told "Your sword goes flying across the chamber." I say "I got after it!" The other cleric started moving my figure around the edge of the fray and I said "No no no! He's a big dumb fighter -- his sword went that way and he's going to follow it -- right through the center of the fray!" And my husband was PO'd because he failed some rolls and even with all those skeletons I went through the skirmish without a scratch..... And after a couple of years we were fighting demons. Which the guy with the special sword didn't like because the sword didn't like demons one little bit -- and would teleport Jeff's character to RIGHT BEHIND one. It wanted to go "slurp". Jeff's character, OTOH, wanted to hide in another room.... Preferably one on a different continent....
Ruth Morrisson aka inkstainedruth
"It's very nice, but frankly, when I signed that list for a P-51, what I had in mind was a fountain pen."