I mean, dicing apples for a pie? Who does that? They'll become sauce before good pie
the asshat had it coming. Who the **** flirts with another girl with their GF sitting right there making a pie? The fat D&D dumbass had it coming. If you dont get a stabbing for that, what do you get one for? And I totally dig the "no Im not kicking the girl Im flirting with right in front of you out of the house cause Im a dungeon master HURRR"
While you're welcome to sterotype all of us dice jockeys as obese, pizza faced outcasts, the guy in question is actually a pretty slender fellow.