Try saying it out loud


We ended up on a shopping spree after our latest series of shenanigans, and the Monk decided that we needed mounts and bought himself a warhorse and a magical saddle. 

Monk: I’ve figured out what I’m going to name [the horse]. First name Hoof, last name Hearted. My noble steed.

[several minutes pass, and the Fighter’s player suddenly gets a look of dawning comprehension]

Fighter: Wait a second, did you just spend 600 gold to make a fart joke?!

[everyone else suddenly gets it and starts cracking up while the Monk just smiles]