So, one day my college group is doing a dungeon. In the middle of the dungeon there's this giant ass bell. Don't ring it. We're not ringing the bell.

We get through the dungeon, we succeeded, everyone is giving props... and one of our guys "I ring the bell." I forget exactly what all hell it spawned, but it was nearly a party wipe.

The next year we as a group we go to the local renaissance fair. They had one of the things where if you pay them, a group of guards with halberds will follow you, arrest a friend, bring them back to a cage where they have to do something stupid to get out. They wouldn't go into stores because they didn't want to interrupt selling, but they'd wait outside and you pat the shoulder of the person you're wanting arrested. They even had a checklist of "crimes" they committed. I checked EVERY crime naturally... and at the end there was the other...

So I find my friend in a store, walk in, hand on shoulder asking if he found anything, nope, okay, wander on. Then as he steps out the guards are there "FRIENDS NAME By the Royal Decree of his Majesty you are under arrest!" and surround him on all four sides and walk him back. The whole time he is CONFUSED as are the rest of my friends. There's a lot of "what is going on?" When he gets to the cage and they put him inside, the herald there then reads off the list of his crimes. It was a list... and the whole time my friend was so confused... right until the end "And for ringing the damned bell!"

The expression he gave me along with the "YOU!" when he heard it is the sort of thing that soothes my soul every time I remember it.