Long context: In a 5e game, we’re being pursued on a carriage by a group of Fell bats in the middle of an undead siege on the city. The party has whittled it down to the last bat.
Our Paladin is the son of Bahamut, and must spread his religion to prove his worth to his father. To do this, a book has been created, and our Paladin wears a robe that will magically conjure one of the books every time he reaches into it and says the phrase, “Have I got a book for you!”
DM: The last Bat is still pursuing you. [Paladin], you’re up.
Paladin: Well, I don’t want to hold action again since my breath weapon is out. I’m going to try to evangelize the bat to my religion!
DM: It doesn’t understand common.
Paladin: Shit. Well, I guess I can throw a book at it.
*A moment of stunned silence as we all take in what he just suggested*
DM: (attempting to suppress his giggling) Okay. Roll a strength improvised weapon throw.
Paladin: I got… a 21 total.
DM: (giggling maniacally) That hits! Roll damage.
DM: (trying not to laugh hysterically) You hear the voice of your father in your head, whispering “Use the book…”
Paladin: (dramatically) I reach into my robes, and shout the phrase “Have I got a book for you!”, and on ‘you’, I frisbee the book as hard as I can!
DM: The book has a beautiful curve to it, arcing gracefully through the rain, water cascading from its’ spinning surface. You watch as it moves and intercepts the bat, perfectly hitting it in the face, crushing its’ skull and killing it instantly.
Party: *bursts out into hysterical laughter*
Fighter: (me, imitating the DM’s Bahamut voice) [Paladin], you idiot! That’s not how you evangelize!
Paladin: (laughing and fighting back tears) I just wanted you to be proud of me!
Needless to say, our Paladin used his book to successfully convert many that night.