I know sometimes I’m not the most romantic man in the world. But I thought I’d take the time to write this letter because I’ve got a surprise planned for you. I know how much you’ve been wanting to spend some quality time together and I know you’ve always wanted to go to Disney Land with a special someone. Well I believe I am your special someone.
So I’ve got some time off, so I’ve packed your bags and mine because we’re going to spend the next week in Disney Land. Doing whatever and whenever you want. I can’t wait to spend time some quality time together, I know sometimes you feel like we don’t have enough time together.
I can’t wait to spend the next seven days together just us in one of the magical places together and I know we’re going to have many magical moments together.
A few years ago we had a cozy little gang that got together every other week. As such, we often forgot what had happened in previous sessions. In one of our adventures, the rogue found a Bag of Holding and proceeded to stuff a live alligator inside.
Cut to a few weeks later, during a boss fight:
DM: It’s looking bad. 12 damage to the paladin.
Rogue: I know it’s my turn, hold on, there’s got to be something I can use -
Cleric: The alligator! Unleash the alligator!
Rogue: Oh my god. I do it. I open my Bag and release the alligator.
Table, chanting: Alligator! Alligator! Alligator!
DM: …. a bloated, slimy, alligator corpse slips out onto the dungeon floor. I hope you’re happy.
Rogue: It’s dead???
DM: You kept it in a bag for weeks with no food or water, what did you expect?