I hope dungeons aren't like stores. Because I'd get home from a perilous adventure and realize I forgot 3 things on my list.

You have encountered a Gelatinous Cube! (Petition holder)

Either way, I'm getting stabbed by a goblin, it's just not fair.

My socially anxious butt feels gravely called out by this.

The fools! I plunder their treasures and all they ask in return is to observe the small plastic rectancle I keep in my pocket! And then they let me take the rectangle with me as well!