D&D Humor, Part 1

(Our party is fending off a vicious group of oversized werewolves, and the dice are flying. The main tank rolled a fucking SIX during the initiative checks, and is standing there admiring the butterflies or some shit while a wolf paws at her neck, not that she is bitter or anything. One werewolf is blinded, while another is unconscious from a blow from a magical staff. A crazed lupine is being nailed by crossbow bolts, and another has the ranger on the ground, enraged at the wad of webbing shot into his wolfish throat. It's chaos. The caster with the blind wolf is temporarily safe, and whips out the banish spell to send the ranger's attacker on to the netherworld. He makes his roll, and the wolf is gone.)

Caster: Somewhere, a demon is very angry with me.

Guy 1: Nah. Somewhere, there was a retarded demon. And he was saying. I'm lonely... ooh! A PUPPY!