Yeah, it happens to everyone once in a while...but never to me!
1) We had a game session end when one guy scanned his character sheet and uttered "Hey, my character speaks Elvis!" (He had also, just 20 minutes previous to that mangled "Hornet Darts" into "Hanet Dorts.")
2) A similar double play ended a session when a player warped "Cannoness Yday" into "Canyoness Yday" and struggled with "water elemental." He kept saying "watermelon ental" instead.
3) My protestations above aside, I have participated in some play stoppages, though not due to
MY malaprops- the culprit was my sharp tongue.
* A DM protested the way our low-level party utterly abused some harpies by using the Druid's entire complement of Entangle spells- this after it was pointed out that the party was rolling abysmally for attacks and damage. I asked him what he wanted the Druid to do, "...Purify Food and Drink them to death? They'll be 'Oh no, we're wet and well fed!' while we shoot at 'em..."
* The same DM (and same campaign) had our party encountering a tribe in the wilderness, and he was struggling with the Chief's welcoming speech, which had a part something like "We are a tribe of hunter-gatherers...well, more hunters than gatherers...um...well we gather a lot too..." And I lept in (mimicking his "Chief voice") with "Argh! "more hunters than gatherers?" Who wrote this speech? Bring me the royal speechwriter's head! This is CRAP!"
* We were playing RIFTS, and the player from #2 above had lost track of the fact that someone else had already found what the party was looking for and was bugging out. He burst into the camp's mess hall, all fierce, black and deadly in his captured SAMAS armor...only to encounter unarmed kitchen workers. They had no clue as to what he was looking for, despite his demands and threats, backed up with displays of physical violence (breaking tables, firing his weapon, etc.) FINALLY, someone in the group got his attention and told him we had accomplished the mission and he left.
We chose that moment to break to get drinks for the kitchen, and I started with: "Imagine these guys, 10 years from now...(w/Mexican accent- we're in Texas, after all) "Miguel, Lupe and I were just minding our business, when some madman burst into the mess hall firing his big gun and making threats. We had no idea what he wanted...I think he was high!" "Yeah...maybe he had the
munchies something
fierce...and he was all like "Where are the Oreo Cookies? C'mon M-F! WHERE ARE THE OREO COOKIES!"
At that point, everyone lapsed into similar accents and "role-played" aspects of his attack as a stoner in SAMAS with the munchies...with him supplying the appropriately altered dialog for his PC.
We laughed like it was a Cheech and Chong movie, and didn't game for the rest of the night.