"stop making sense and they dont poop!!", Scarlett "THEYRE BOOMERANG DANG-

ERSIJ!, DM - ROLL FOR GROIN. They are so scared they are just shitting "its

okay, i speak bird", ah yes, the 'ole charmy-hurty, I roll for random

genetic mutation! DM "did you just make a gelatinous ooze cannon!?!?"

Mogg "yes"