DM: Your blade is locked in a guarded cathedral. Because you are techniqually a demon, you cannot enter.
Thea: send in my bafoons.
DM: Richard Nixon, Gerard, Tin Man, how do you enter?
RN: (is a giant man bird) can I fly through the window?
DM: you crash through the window and now are hovering just over an enemy.
RN: ..can… Can I paint brush him?
DM: *sighs* roll a D20
RN: *Rolls a 13*
DM: ….. You successfully paintbrush him in the most graceful way possible-
DM: BUT. But, as you do so, at the last moment, the enemy nips at your dick. You lose an inch.
Thea: well, there goes his entire penis.