I disguise myself as a french veteran to slip past a police blockade and gain access to a flat on the top story of a building, where I set up a sandwich-stealing grappling hook.
I launch a missile with no guidance or propulsion systems down an exhaust vent currently shooting a large amount of material into space at a 90-degree angle to said vent. In the ensuing CGI explosion, I swoop in riding a space whale and take the Sandwich.
Playing monogreen devotion on MTGA with Wicked playing on our TV. The dean of sorcery just walked in and my first thought is "Is that Taravangian or something?"
T H E S I M U L A T I O N ISCOLL AAAA PP SSS I NG . . .
While everyone else is distracted by the aforementioned collapse of the simulation, I steal the sandwich.