The worst "punnish" comment I ever made in a game was when the players had gotten attacked by horrible, brain stealing zombies. The highly intelligent wizard had his brain eaten, but was ressurected later. Unfortunately, this left him severaly deprived on intelligence, so they sought the Zombie that had eaten his brain to get it back. Again, unfortunately, the Zombie gains intelligence from doing so. The players finally enter the old tomb where they last saw the zombies. Instead of a musty old tomb, there's a study with a large, roaring fireplace. Behind a mahogny desk sits the zombie, now dressed in a red Nightgown. As the players enter, the zombie says (in a scottish accent)....
"Sooo... we met again"
Intelligent readers might notice an obvious lack of Gnomes in this entire story... well im Danish, thats us in a nutshell, hardly ever make sense... One thing I still find a bit odd about D&D, is that supposedly Haflings live in "Grassy Gnolls"....
Perhaps its a good way of getting more Gary-authentic threads, by having subjects that you simply cannot help but to respond to. Its nice to see that you do give a Kobolds nosehair about us... sob sob...