KaeYoss said:
I can imagine that involved a weapon and its new "scabbard"
Actually, the funniest/embarassing part (the embarrasement emerged the next day after the hangover) was HOW he insited he could store everything you no where. He nver refered to the bag of holding, just his rear end; as follows:
"Want about my mace, will it fit?"
"Yes, it will fit in my a**."
"Will my longbow fit?"
"Yes, I can fit your longbow in my a**."
"Hey, I've got a flametongue sword. Can you fit a flaming tongue?"
"Yes! I can fit aflaming tongue up may a**!"
"According to the rules (looking up DMG description for Bag of Holding) I can fit 300 cubic feet up my a**!"
"We got a Daern's Instant Fortress (they didn't). Are you telling us you can fit a 30 foot stone tower up you nether regions?"
"YES! For the umpteeth time. I can fit a 30 foot stone tower up my a**! Can we hurry this up?!"
The dwarf cleric stayed in character (mostly) "Aye, but what about my Warhammer of Thuderbolts, the head is broad & spiked. I don naught see it fitting up under skawny elfin backside. I wat of me Prescious Horned Helm of Glory and my magic spear (again he had no magic spear). Do yu mean to tell me you can fit my spear and magic helmet were d'sun no shine?"
"Yes it'll all fit in my a**! How many times do I have to tell you EVERTHING you have can go in my a**! We could even fit the halfling in my a** if we had to."
"I guess he could then pull an inside job."
Halfling Ftr/Rog: "Leave me otta this. Leave me otta there. Got it? Any attempt to put me in that bag will result in death. Got it?"
We had like an hour of this. Him loudly shouting in a student lounge all the things that would "fit up my a**". A lot of people would go by, and just stop & stare for a few moments at this guy, obviously tipsy, demanding various sharp, pointy objects be shoved up his rear end in a very loud tone of voice.
We all finally lost it when the Quasit appeared and "disclosed" the hiding location of the party's loot. The look on his face as I told him 2 frost giants moved up to search him "thoughly" as the Quasit demanded was priceless.
Next day in the union he mentioned something about having a really weird dream & not really remebering a lot about the game last night. Said all he could remeber was giants, and being captured & something about an imp that needed to die. As we sat there and "filled him in" on what "filled him up" The alcohol daze began to part & comprehension dawned on him that he had spent an hour the previous night in a public place yelling at people to shove things up his rear end. Bragging, even, about what how big, and how much, those objects could be.
That would be when the embarassment set in.
