Thanks for looking into this, officer Silkshirtski. Beth left here last night with that dirtbag Glenn, and he just kept saying he was “gonna take our daughter out tonight” and asking us if we wanted to “find hell with him”? We’re just sick with worry over here.
My favorite example of this happened during a D&D game years ago in which the DM kept pronouncing the word portcullis as PORK-YOO-LISS.
To this day, the word causes the image of some sort of ancient Roman pig gladiator to appear unbidden in my mind.