Linkara had known what was going to happen going into this. He watched the show, and hell, it wasn't like he hadn't warned Liz about it. Anyone who knew anything about D&D could probably see that Linkara had put zero effort into creating his character; you don't spend time on cannon fodder, after all.

He hadn't said a word the entire session, partially because he was sure Liz would kill him for anything vaguely resembling an 'I told you so' and partially because he didn't trust himself to not burst out laughing. The arrival of the Balrogs didn't help, and the talk about the lunch table just about killed him, but it was the death by table flip that finally got him, and he doubled over, snickering into his hand. "I guess we can't table that decision, huh."