GM: I dunno, what's the bucket made of?
CENTIPEDE: The taco guy sold it to me, so I assume it's high quality.
PARTY: OH MY GOD AGAIN WITH THE FIRE
CHEETAH: So we can shoot flaming arrows from--
CORGI PALADIN: Well, they're immune to poison.
CENTIPEDE: I really just want to see them fight.
CORGI: THEN WE CAN FILM IT AND PUT IT ON DUNGEONTUBE
PARTY: THIS IS THE BEST IDEA
PARTY: WE WILL OPEN TREASURES AND CALL THEM UNBOXING VIDEOS
GM: Is anyone else vaguely disturbed...?
CORGI: No. This is genius.
PARTY: We have...several...
CENTIPEDE: We could make a bucket trap!
CORGI: I could tell one ooze that the other said something rude about its mother!
CENTIPEDE: We have enough to work with. We have enough for a trial.
BUFFALO: We'd need twelve for that.
PARTY: *grim silence*
CENTIPEDE: Look, if we're getting technical, we'd need at least 13.
CENTIPEDE: And then we'd need, like the bailiff ooze and the court stenographer ooze and...
CORGI: We have invented an entire legal system for the oozes.
CORGI: Okay, but I'm gonna need to eat some grass and wait a few minutes.
CENTIPEDE: I don't know if we need anything from that end.
BUFFALO: What? I'm a large herbivore!
CENTIPEDE: Do the oozes eat that?
BUFFALO: Based on my extensive knowledge of oozes, will they eat poop?
BUFFALO: Well, there you go.
CHEETAH: Do we have another source of fire?
BUFFALO: You look pretty flammable.
CENTIPEDE: NO. That would be unfriendly fire.
BUFFALO: Fine, I'll shout compliments while we do it?
BUFFALO: While shouting compliments! Let's do it!
BUFFALO: We can't leave this nice woman with oozes in her basement!
TOAD: She didn't even know she had oozes! We went through the sewer! These are someone else's oozes!
BUFFALO: You'll be taking a crap one day and a sewer ooze will come up through the toilet and bite you on the butt. THINK OF YOUR BUTT.
GM: There's a standing corpse in the middle of the room. Wearing robes. It appears to be a mummified badger.
BUFFALO: Well, there's your problem right there. You got liches.
GM: So you're just going to get a whole bunch of unlabeled potions and powders and throw them at the oozes and see what happens?
PARTY: That is our plan, yes.
GM: ....you blow yourselves up.
ELEPHANT: Nah, that's why we're THROWING the powders.
ELEPHANT: Too much talking, not enough doing. An old elephant doesn't have that long.
GM: You've got longer than the Centipede.
CENTIPEDE: THAT IS A SLUR.
CORGI: This is a job that ages you quickly.
CENTIPEDE: Yeah, that's your character!
CHEETAH: But I'm not interested!
BUFFALO: OH MY GOD NO ONE IS ASKING YOU TO COMMIT TO THE OOZE
BUFFALO: Wha...buh...LOOK! Oozes reproduce by fragmenting, right? So they are all ultimately bits of that first primal ooze, making them older than you, me, the entire party, and our civilization all put together!
ELEPHANT: Can I throw stuff now?
GM: You have a little bit of the following four powders left...
BUFFALO: Let's mix them all together and throw that!
GM: I...um...have to go make a new table...
GM: The ooze explodes and makes two new oozes.
BUFFALO: CHEETAH, go put fire on it.
BUFFLAO: Oh, don't act like you haven't been dying to burn things this whole time.
BUFFALO: Oh, sure, complain that you don't like consensual fire. Weirdo.
BUFFALO: Well, fire works on nearly everything.
BUFFALO: Sure! They're mummified! They're like jerky. Hmm. Does beef jerky burn?...Kevin, we need to do science!
GM: NOT IN THE HOUSE
GM: He seems pretty oblivious.
CENTIPEDE: What's our goal here? Are we trying to make him more dead? Like...kill him so he stops being dead? How does this work?
BUFFALO: That's never a good sign.
*some attempts to translate later*
TOAD: Well, I translated "Ia! Ia! ftaghn!" so...
CENTIPEDE: We get paid?
BUFFALO: I mean, they give us better pillows. But there are no pillows fluffy enough to fight Cthulhu.