The characters: tiny gnome druid who has almost no ability to attack, played by my sister. High moon elf ranger who hates everyone, played by me. A grueling dungeon fight to save a goblin captive. We’re all almost dead, but there’s one last thing the druid wants… to free three gigantic attack wolves that tried to kill us less than 20 minutes ago.

Druid: I want to free the wolves!

Ranger: Absolutely not.

Druid: Oh come on, they’ll be stuck here all alone!! They’ll die!

Ranger: Ok?? You’ll die if you get anywhere near them!

Druid: Oh whatever, I’m gonna free them. I roll a wisdom check on the wolves. *Rolls a nat 20*

DM: (still scrambling to get notes on wolves) Uhhhhhhhhh… *rolls nat 1 for the wolves*

DM: (holding back laughter) The wolves stop snarling and sit down, staring at you with their tails wagging.

Druid: I free them!!

DM: The wolves sniff you and rub against you, clearly trusting.

Druid: Yes!! New pets!! I’m gonna name you Todd! and you Todd 2 and you Todd III.

Keep in mind that this player gave her character 4 names with carefully researched meanings and now it’s just. 3 Todds, the vicious attack puppies.