A poorly brewed chicken
Second time DMing ever and sending the players through a dreamscape dungeon crawl. Theyve entered a marketplace where not only are all the villagers chickens, all the products they are selling are also chickens.
Me: You give the salesman chicken 3 gold in exchange for a chicken. (Necromancer) your familiar tells you that while this is definitely a chicken it also senses it to be some sort of bottle.
Necromancer: I rip the head off the chicken
Me: I- you… um *laughing uncontrollably* Okay?
(The paladin and ranger are horrified)
Necromancer: I drink the blood of the chicken.
Me: Ranger and paladin stare at you in horror as you drink the chicken. You are covered in blood. You begin to trip balls. This was a poorly brewed chicken.