Oh, that’s right, slugs exist outside of time. I forgot that. Well, you wave your antlers about and gazing into the fourth dimension you see that no one’s getting anything for Quetzlmas this year. ESPECIALLY Scott Plaid.
He doesn’t know of this “apple pie” but he offers you a tart made with exceedingly dark chocolate, molé, and nopál. It looks pretty horrid. He glares at Scott and explains that with THAT attitude he’s not getting anything.
Then the DM runs off to CostCo for a while and the players pretend that they are at work getting paid for something.
cough Oracular Vegetable cough
Hmm, I accept the tart. He probably couldn’t poison a slug if he tried, and hey, free food! Yum!
I stop trying to disarm him for the moment, and try and let Pythian’s diplomacy cary the day.
However, at the least sign of trouble, I will mention that I was raised Hippieianist, anyway, as I slide steel into his wings. (He is a god, so I will not mention that I am an atheist, anyway. 
)
~stops approximately two inches from him~
So I can’t kill him? Fooey.
Is this a good time to invoke the sanity clause? 
There is no sanity clause!
::Phooey.::
It doesn’t look like my last post worked to keep this thread going. Ah, well. 
Anyway, I found a strip from a webcomic that reflects on something from earlier in tthis thread, so I think I will post it.
Mac Hall comics met Maxwell’s Demon., which reflects back on this part of the thread.