If only the tram could have kind of scooped up the morels and taken them on board… but there wasn’t mush room inside!

Pffft. Hendo’s is better.

Hold my flashbang, I’m going in!

I think it’s a ‘q’.

Tommy Cooper. A bit old school these days but a funny guy. He specialised in doing magic tricks badly for comedic effect, so when he died people really thought it was part of the show.

Here’s a classic: Spoon jar jar spoon.

I thought they were having a stroke.

Incoming!

This is the way, the truth, and the light. If it’s not rare, you have it because why wouldn’t you.

Inventory facism is so early 1980s. It’s a hold-out from the whole adversarial GM shite. It’s much more fun for players (and GMs) to assume the characters are competent and moderately well equiped unless scarcity is the point of the adventure. Let your players have access to their skills / magic / specials and play to the best of their characters’ abilities!

Wait, what? When I see PI I think Private Investigator. Is this something else?

Came back to upvote after closing the tab and subsequently realising the quality of this comment.

Why, I otter…!

Beavers: the Nestlé of the animal world.

Airline food, don’t get me started…

The only Spanish I know is from Speedy Gonzalez, so is it ok if I just chuck “Andale! Andale! Arriba! Arriba! Yii-hah!” on the end there?

Pinky: Gee, Brain #42. What are we going to do tonight?

The Brain #42: The same thing we do every night, Pinky. Try to take over the world.

One was recorded reaching 242 mph in a stoop. Nothing else comes close.

How much have you got spare?

Not for me, though, just interested. I’m 6’2" and it’s about perfect I think, probably wouldn’t swap it for any other height. I’m tall enough to reach the top shelves of pretty much everything, hit the cancel button on our smoke alarm, see over people at gigs and things, but not so tall that I have problems with fitting into things too often.

You are “DOOM!”

Can’t you read? It’s right there.

Surely you mean pic-a-nic basket?

That poor bastard yak (or whatever) wandered into the wrong canyon that day.