Deep in bowels of the dankest dungeon known to man...A weary group of adventurers such as yourself stumble upon a glorious treasure chest!

But wait! It's a mimic!

But that's no ordinary mimic! Feed him and he will reward you with great treasure...or maybe he will just eat you...But isn't it exciting when you find out!? Oh I do love a good gamble :P

Rules: One person chooses an object to feed the mimic, and chooses how the mimic rewards the person above them.

Example: I feed the mimic a shiny coin.

The next person says what the mimic does (Perhaps it spits out a +1 greatsword of frost...or a kitten... who knows!?) and then they feed the mimic an old shoe and wait for their reward from the next person.

Let's see what reward's the mimic has in store shall we? They can be as glorious or corrupt as you desire. ;)

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I'll start off by feeding the mimic one shiny gold coin.

The mimic devours that gold coin and spits out...

A wheel of cheese, a loaf of bread, and a large orc.  You've been rewarded with all the ingredients you need to make a ham sandwich. 

I feed the poor mimic my prized everfull tankard. 

The Mimic chokes down your prized everfull tankard and coughs up one enchanted kitten!

It can enlarge it's size on command! You now have a new familiar and possibly mount....if you choose to ride said kitten that is...

I feed the mimic one freshly made ham sandwich :P

The mimic spits out 5 Gold Coins for the freshly made ham sandwich.  Maybe it wanted you to make that sandwich for him.

I feed the mimic a transistor radio.

The mimic greedily inhales your transistor radio and spits forth......my new mixtap.this is considered a throwing weapon with a +7 to attk and it does 187 straight fire dmg and a belt of big pimpin. The belt is made of some sort of reptile with a buckle the size of a small shield made entirely of gold . This belt makes you incredibly funny but you are frequently asaulted by teenagers 

i feed the mimic a +3 vorpal donut 

The mimic devours the +3 vorpal donut, and spits out.. a solid gold pseudo-pod cut loose from the mimics insides by the vorpal donut! The pseudo-pod adheres to your hands when you try to pick it up. Forever stuck to you.

I feed the mimic a cool sun glass wearing duck.

The mimic devours the cool sun glass wearing duck, and spits out a bright orange sentient trenchcoat that speaks with an annoying french accent. I feed the mimic the gnome.

The gnomes screams in delight as he ventures forth to explore the inner workings of this hybrid monstrosity.  Happy with the new companion, the mimic spits out a gnome's femur.   

I feed the mimic a small bunch of sage to calm it's breath.  

The Mimic spits the C out again, but you get a N, an A out of stone, and a scroll with the letters H and T too. What could this mean?

I feed the mimic a lute.

The mimic devours your bag and expands ever so slightly releasing a *poof* of obnoxious gas... just for you (forgot to give you something, sorry!).

I toss in my dirty underwear hoping to get it clean.

The mimic hesitantly chokes down the dirty underwear and coughs up a single copper coin. That stinks, and I'm not just talking about the underwear.

I toss in an ornate, crystal grandfather clock.

The mimic chomps down all of your crayons...except the brown ones...he hates the brown ones...

He then spits out a brand new baby mimic, with a stomach comparable to a large bag of holding. Yes now you too can trick those dastardly fiend's that try to get into your treasure box! Side note: Baby mimic likes to eat fingers.

I toss in a pile of Orc bones that were left over from that delicious ham sandwich.  

The mimic gobbles down the Orc bones and barks excitedly. It spits out a stuffed animal at your feet, it is bursting at the seems and its stuffing is falling out.

I throw the mimic a real treasure chest.

The mimic gulps the hair down and spews forth an exact duplicate of your beloved.  She's colored in vibrant crayola wearing an intricately decorated sack with the letter "C" written upon it. 

I feed the mimic an HTC Vive.

Unexpectedly, the mimic plays a few games on his new Vive before eating it. After a few minutes, it violently throws up all over you. Eventually, after wiping the sick off your face, the mimic sick dries on you, making you always have +3 AC and resistance to fire damage. However, the repulsing and iconic smell gives you disadvantage on Charisma (Persuasion) and Dexterity (Stealth) checks.

I offer the mimic a pair of prosthetic legs and arms.