See also hobgoblin mafia existing solely to be referred to as the hob-gob mob. And when players are sent to infiltrate them, it’s called the hob-gob mob job.
If you lean into it you can break people’s brains. “Here’s the key for their fat-cat leader’s ramshackle safehouse, so you can plant this explosive clay in his stove. It’s the Hob-Gob mob job’s hovel hob blob fob.”
Ooh, a pre-heist. Getting close to the mafia leader’s fat ass is easy; be a waiter. But he only trusts his bloodthirsty wife. Anyone short could shapechange, but he has refined senses; even the scent of her lipstick has to be exact. You’d need a sample. Maybe from food where part comes back with the cutlery. A roasted vegetable with a rind or a core. Wipe that down to duplicate it, and a smoky room might disguise any other tells. Then a player can feed him some sedative-laced shrimp.
But that hob gob mob don prawn con obligates the kebab snob’s wackjob hearthrob cob swab.
He wears a brooch on his rouge rogue cloak. It’s a conversation-starter, when people broach the subject. A real confidence boost to boast about a rouge rogue cloak brooch broach. He worries that the brooch he bought ought not look tough enough, though. The thought thoroughly rubs this rouge rogue wrong, through and through.
See also hobgoblin mafia existing solely to be referred to as the hob-gob mob. And when players are sent to infiltrate them, it’s called the hob-gob mob job.
If you lean into it you can break people’s brains. “Here’s the key for their fat-cat leader’s ramshackle safehouse, so you can plant this explosive clay in his stove. It’s the Hob-Gob mob job’s hovel hob blob fob.”
Were they given the key or did they have to rob the Hob-Gob mob job’s hovel hob blob fob?
Ooh, a pre-heist. Getting close to the mafia leader’s fat ass is easy; be a waiter. But he only trusts his bloodthirsty wife. Anyone short could shapechange, but he has refined senses; even the scent of her lipstick has to be exact. You’d need a sample. Maybe from food where part comes back with the cutlery. A roasted vegetable with a rind or a core. Wipe that down to duplicate it, and a smoky room might disguise any other tells. Then a player can feed him some sedative-laced shrimp.
But that hob gob mob don prawn con obligates the kebab snob’s wackjob hearthrob cob swab.
I didn’t know Dr. Suess was a dm…
From the other site’s dndmemes:
It’s DM vs player, but the DM is trying to catch the players by surprise with the biggest punchline instead of trying to kill the PCs.