You look down at your soup. Your soup looks back up at you.
—the party techie, firing massive gun at a wall
PC #1: I watched myself explode today.
NPC: Hey, at least you never accidentally masturbated to your own father. I think I win.
PC #2: *in passing* I have memories of my own death.
PC #1 and NPC: …He wins.
—ranger, pointing to the scantily-clad drunk woman perched on his lap
—Maedoc the ranger
DM: I guess Jim touches himself.
Jim: …Is it night?