3-Slappy holds a pie. His party fights a troll. DM: Slappy you’re up. What do you do? Slappy: I pie the troll DM: Just so we’re clear you mean an actual pie? Slappy: The feat said I can use Improvised Weapons DM: And you just HAVE one of those? Slappy: 12 actually. Banana Creams. They’re on my sheet

4- a cluttered pile of dice surrounding the words “Session 40”. 5- Slappy now sporting a facial scar and an eye patch, has fallen to one knee as he barely holds up a falling stone door to let his friends, a merfolk sorceress and dwarven fighter, escape a collapsing ruin.