Our very kind DM: Okay, the Nothic has noticed you, and you feel a terrible dread wash over you. What are you gonna do?

Rogue (ooc): I’m proficient in persuasion, I’m gonna tell it I mean it no harm, I meant to miss that shot, please don’t kill me.

DM: Roll for it

Rogue (ooc): I got a 23

DM: [sigh] You hear a voice in your head telling you “There is no harm done, but I require sustenance. Bring me bodies.”

Fighter (ooc): Wait, he lives in a crevasse in a cave and he eats corpses? He’s the Trash Man! He’s Danny Devito!

For the rest of the session and the next, our whole party (excluding our Wizard) made friends with the Nothic and kept calling him Danny or Mr. Devito, with our DM reluctantly agreeing to let us. In the next session, however, she made the Nothic forget us and our bargain, making us kill Danny Devito.