Listen to $Manager1 spew some inane bit of drek that amounts to blowing smoke up everyone's butt.
Duck down behind the GM Shield, roll a d20 or d% while hiding the results with the other arm.
Scoop up the dice, look up into the shield, & run a finger down a list.
Pretend to find the entry, either wince in mock pain or split my face in an evil grin, and look back up over the Shield.
Tell $Manager1 "Sorry, but you plummet to your death in a pool of magma.
I know there were no visible pools of magma anywhere around, but your levels of stupidity have opened a rift from the Prime Material Plane to the Plane of Magma and you've fallen through.
Sorry to see you perish, and I hope you come up with a better character your next go around."
As $Manager1 sits there sputtering, press the BigRedButton on the table in front of me, and cackle as their chair slams over backwards, tipping them through the open trap door, screaming into the firey bowels of the blast furnace you had installed for JUST such moments.
Once the body is gone, the seat tilts back up, & the trap door closes with a snap, turn to $Manager2 with a smile.
"Ok, it's your turn. What's your move?"
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