DM: George RR. Martin
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WHM: William H. Macy as the Halfling Bard
AJ: Angelina Jolie as the Cleric of Sune
HW: Harvey Weinstein as the Wizard
GL: Geroge Lucas as the Elven Paladin
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(INT) A KITCHEN. AROUND THE TABLE SIT 4 PERSONS: DM, WHM, AJ, HW. NOTES LIE ON THE TABLE BEFORE THEM. ONE CHAIR IS FREE. WHM, AJ, HW LOOK DISAPPOINTED.
(SOUND OF DOOR OPENING)
GL (ENTERS): Hey, Double-R! I'm really looking forward to the adventure tonight.
DM: I'm sorry. I haven't finished yet.
GL: What? Again no game?
DM: Hey, I didn't say that. I'm going to do it on the fly.
GL: Cool. (SITS) Let's go. (TAKES OUT CHARACTER SHEET AND DICE)
DM: Right. So, you enter the dark cave leading to the dungeon where untold riches hopefully wait for you to find. You come upon a door.
AJ: Stop It!
DM: What?
AJ: Not you, Harvey!
(HW SMILES INNOCENTLY)
DM: Oh no, you didn't?
WHM: Here we go.
AJ: I told you to keep your hands off of me!
HW: But Lina, we'll start casting for "Mrs. President" next week.
AJ: Really? Hmm. Still, keep away.
WHM: Can't we just play?
DM: Yeah. Right. So you come before a door.
GL: A door? In a cave? You suck!
AJ: You keep shut. We still remember your alternate magic rules. Midichlorians my ass!
GL: You're just not seeing the big picture here.
HW: How about I throw in top billing for the next Sky Captain?
AJ: No.
WHM: Can we just get on?
DM: So, you're standing before a door.
GL: (GRUMBLING) In a fricking cave
WHM: So, uh, Sam examines the door. Are there any traps?
DM: Roll a Search check.
AJ: I still can't believe you named your character Sam.
WHM: (SHRUGS) I like the movies.
(HW GRIMACES)
WHM: (ROLLS) 18.
DM: No traps that you're aware of.
WHM: Hmm. Maybe I should...
AJ: I open the door.
DM: Uh, you come into a room. In it you see... an orc... and... a pie.
GL: An orc and a pie? That's all? You suck!
HW: The Pie is mine! Mine!
WHM: Sam approaches the orc in a friendly manner.
GL: I ready my bow.
DM: The orc looks afraid, and glances from you to the pie and back.
HW: It's magical! It's MINE!
DM: The orc says,
GL: I shoot him with my bow! (ROLLS) 12 points of damage!
WHM: (SIGHS) So much for putting skill points in languages.
DM: Alright, your arrow hits the orc in the chest, and it drops dead.
HW: I grab the pie! Suckers!
AJ: I cut out the orc's tongue and eat it.
DM: Sure. You cut- what?!
AJ: You heard me!
DM: Oh, God! No, first things first. George, you lose yor status as paladin for attacking a friendly creature.
GL: No way! The orc shot first!
WHM: That's it! I'm out of here. I'm going back to Tom Cruise's game!
GL: These munchkins?
WHM: They may be munchkins, but at least they're playing! (LEAVES. Slams DOOR SHUT)
AJ: What's up with him?