[As an experimental approach, please enjoy this long form moment]

MARTIN: “Why the hell’d you shoot the guard? You said you were going to use your charisma!”

ROZ: “My spells are fueled by my charisma score!”

MARTIN: “You couldn’t use it for a trick or something!?”

ROZ: “I did! I used it to trick you into letting me kill him!”

FRASIER: “Shall we begin?”

ROZ: “One sec.”

[ROZ ROLLS DIFFERENT DICE, ONE AT A TIME]

ROZ: “Nope. Nuh-uh. No way. Oh! Now that’s what mama likes! Ready.”

FRASIER: ”You’re quite mad, aren’t you?”

DAPHNE: “I’ll say. All that work and she chooses the die with the worst aura.”

[NILES WAVES THE PAPER ANGRILY]

NILES: 'The only reason we're losing this fight is that you wrote a page of new minotaur abilities!'

FRASIER: 'I knew it! I knew you peeked at my notes between sessions.'

NILES: 'As if I needed to! I can recognize your bull sheet a mile away!'

NILES: “All I’m asking is one session as my homebrew class.”

FRASIER: “Niles, this so-called Analyst concept isn’t even cohesive. Why would a student of psychology know counterattacks and spells like Wall of Force?”

NILES: “Because he understands deflection and projection.”

NILES: “Legendary Actions!? This game is unbelievable. Your villain gets to act however he pleases, yet you have the gall to make me sit and wait my turn before I can even begin to unleash my Rage.”

MARTIN: “Doesn’t look like that stopped you from getting a head start.”

[NILES OPENS THE GIFT BOX]

NILES: “New dice for our games! Thank you, Frasier. You know, I’m not prone to superstition, but one can’t help but hope these are luckier than the last-“

[NILES ROLLS THE DICE AND STARES AT THEM]

NILES: “Ah, well. There’s always next year.”

[[We’d like to take a moment to extend our sympathies to Wizards of the Coast employees whose jobs were indecently and grotesquely cut by Hasbro during the holiday season.

Your work has brought so many of us together. We see you. We are grateful for you.]]

ROZ: 'And what's wrong with playing a Warlock?'

NILES: 'It's just a tad self-deprecating. Choosing to be subservient to the one who gave you power is-'

[NILES' PAGER BEEPS. HE CHECKS IT]

NILES: 'Frasier, may I use your phone? Maris needs me to argue with our gardener, Yoshi.'

FRASIER: “Oh, just a peek. I’ve long wished for dad to be this excited about one of our hobbies.”

[HE OPENS THE DELIVERY. THE ARTWORK IS UNMISTAKABLY MARTIN, SHIRTLESS, WITH FLOWING HAIR, HOLDING A SWORD]

NILES: “On the bright side, your monkey’s paw has two more uses left.”

FRASIER: “Niles, a Barbarian is a fine choice, but I must ask: Do you feel up to the challenge of embodying such a wellspring of rage?”

NILES: “Do you recall when that waiter said they were out of Chateau Lafite ‘96 and suggest a La Créma?”

FRASIER: “Regrettably, point made.”

NILES: 'Hello! And may I be so Kobold as to say I am excited for tonight?'

FRASIER: 'Why, I'd be a Ghast if you weren't!'

NILES: 'I apologize if these puns Bug. Bear with me.'

FRASIER: 'Oh, it's Owlin good fun.'

NILES: 'A bit unfair to deviate from the core books, isn't it?'

[END CREDITS MUSIC PLAYS]

[FRASIER LIFTS UP PAPERS ON THE TABLE, SEARCHING UNDER THEM IN FRUSTRATION]

[HE STOPS AND VIEWS THE WHOLE ROOM, BEWILDERED]

[HE KNEELS AND LOOKS UNDERNEATH THE TABLE]

[HE STANDS AND EXITS]

[CAMERA PANS TO EDDIE, HAPPILY HOLDING THE DIE IN HIS MOUTH]

DAPHNE: “I’m really quite impressed with you, Roz! Finally learning the names of all the characters.”

ROZ: “Well, it’s not like I had a choice. Frasier here said he’d increase the armor of anyone I forgot.”

FRASIER: “One does what one must for the sake of verisimilitude.”