My wizard, let me show you it.

Ahhh. Nothing like getting your nerd on D&D-style on a sunny summer day. My dice were cursed by Steph (size-12 cloak of ROONING). Something unimportant going on, watch me role a 20. Time to magic bolt the pants off some bad guys--- look at my giant, worthless 3. I found a magic bear rug that was really Spirit Bear Armour, and no one believed me! They yelled at me for taking that dead guy's rug. Moe had to back me up. It's okay to steal when it's a magic item, sheesh.

Nerding is also an excuse for junkfood. I ate a Ritz the size of my hand. Ranch was available for dipping; I declined. Hear that, Precious?