GM: It’s a door.
BUFFALO: I hit it with my head.
CHEETAH: Did you just rage against the door?
BUFFALO: You say that like it’s unusual.
TOAD: It’s a wooden door. It opens any direction you want.
BUFFALO: Hot damn!
We are now angry on behalf of the oni who has been trapped for years guarding this chest and demanding that he talk to his union rep.
GM; I’m just gonna look at Nyan-cat for a little bit.
CHEETAH: Is there a lever?
CHEETAH: Secret doors?
PARTY: Is there anything through the portcullis?
GM: Pack of ghouls.
CENTIPEDE: See, you could have led with that.