I had one of those. This was back when I was running the B.A.D.D. (Bothered About Disposable Dragons) web site, giving and compiling Dragon advice, and so on. I was like, the dragon d00d. Here's what happened.
[EVIL DRAGON]: *swoops in, slaps darkness on group fighter*
[Smartass Sorceress]: I cast Haste and Fly.
[EVIL DRAGON]: Foolish worms, you all shall die (dumps acid over group of them)
[Smartass Sorceress]: I fly up out of the darkness and disintegrate him.
[EVIL DRAGON]: Weakling! With all my Buff spells I have a touch AC of 26! Bwahahaha!
[Smartass Sorceress]: Ooh, look a 19. Hit him!
[EVIL DRAGON]: This means nothing! You magic may not even effect me!
[Smartass Sorceress]: Oh, Spell Resistance. Hey, look at that, a 17. Plus my level....
[EVIL DRAGON]: Nevermind. It still doesn't matter, do you *know* what a dragon's Fort saves look like? I wil eat you first little spellslinger.
[EVIL DRAGON]: Rolls 1. Poof.
[MADDMAN'S HEAD EXPLODIATES]