Scene: Subotai and Conan, in full battle garb, watch on as Thulsa
Doom and his guards approach on horseback.
DM:You drank all the rum? There was at least four fingers
left in the bottle!
Thulsa Doom:Yeah, but there's still a few bites of bean
dip left for you.
DM:That was 165 proof Barbados rum!
Thulsa Doom:I'll be fine. Is my army there yet?
DM:Really. You're in no shape to be playing.
Thulsa Doom:Really. I'll be fine. Just let me look
over the map for a bit.
Conan:Should we continue this tomorrow?
Subotai:No way. I want to see how badly we can slaughter
DM:Tom, just don't throw up on the table.
Conan:Seriously. I don't want to lose this character.