On one occasion, our entire party had been taken captive for weeks-to-months (hard to tell when you’re in thrall) by a hive of beholders. We managed finally to break the Charms, organize, find our weapons, and attack.
The following was Bando’s war cry as he laid into the beholders and their kin with his two-headed, heavily-plussed, heavy war axe:
”Melonballin’ zeppelinpoppin’ eggbeatin’ excedrin’ kalamazooooooooo!”
Dwarven translation: “I, local representative of the dwarven race, and descendant of a long and illustrious line, do hearby forthrightly, with extreme prejudice and malice aforethought, commit all beholders in the vicinity to a painful and mighty THWACKING UPSIDE THE HEAD!”