Rogue: I see a cupcake on the ground

DM: The cupcake growls at you.

Rogue: ITS A MIMIC

DM: The mimic attempts to attack you and bite your hand.

Rogue: Rolls: 18

DM: The mimic falls off your hand

Rogue: Places an apple next to the mimic

DM: The mimic looks at the apple and falls in love. The cupcake and the apple now live happily ever after.

Rogue: Can I come to the wedding?

DM: No because you tried to stab it.