Context: My friend was playing an otterfolk bard in a heavily homebrewed campaign, and his character had a bottomless bag. He was a bit of a hoarder that used the bag to put random stuff in, and if they party put anything in it, they likely would never see it again.
The party visited an oasis of healing water, and told [Bard] to put some in his bag. So he collects roughly 38 gallons of healing water.
Later the party visited a city, where they were stopped at the gate by the guards. The bard had adopted an persona of a merchant who sounded like Richard Nixon with half of his face paralyzed.
Guard: What’s in the bag?
Bard: I’m a merchant, and these are my wares.
Guard: Listen, I need to see what’s in your bag; it’s about as big as you are and could be holding some suspicious items.
Party: No! Don’t do that! Isn’t that against the rules or something?
Guard: I have the authority to look through this bag for suspicious items.
He then proceeds to upend the bag, dumping out the 38 gallons of water that the Bard had collected, a look of “What the fuck?” On his face. He looked to the bard, who says:
Bard: I’m a purveyor of liquids.
The DM had to pause the the game due to tears steaming down their face.