"I wanna be a warforged bee Druid"
Me: Okay. Where are you gonna keep your bees?
Rogue: KEEP THEM IN YOUR HOO-HA
Druid: Inside of me.
Me: …That might cause you some problems.
Druid: No no, see, that’s the cool part–I’m gonna be like Iron Man. "Every second, a cluster of bee shrapnel tries to work its way closer and closer to my heart"
Me: Bee…bee shrapnel.
Cleric: Brapnel. Shrap-bees.
Rogue: *whispers* Beepnel.
And that was when I lost control of the session.