The mimic lets out a glittery fart and produces a tiny flying unicorn familiar.

I give the mimic a chicken...for science!

The mimic begins studying the chicken for several minutes. And after a long wait, hands you some notes. Wich are just scribles because mimics cant wright.

I give the mimic, some yugioh cards.

The mimic spits out a live ancient white dragon with blue eyes.  It eats you on its way out. 

I feed the mimic tiny statues of Orville and Wilbur Wright. 

The mimix proceeds to tape them to small remot controle planes and fly them around, and gives one ones of the two controlers.

I covered in dragon bile from being puked out, give the mimic some fabrease because dragon bile smells bad.

The mimic, wincing, gives you a signed copy of The Blue Book of Grammar and Punctuation. 

I feed the mimic a 10-inch-tall scale model of Oxford College as it was 115 years ago. 

The mimic spits out a book containing the complete history of some of Oxfords graduates and a magic degree for you in the field of your choice from it. as long as you have the drgree with you you will magically be an expert in your field.

I feed the mimic a book on fantasy creatures, cryptids,  and legends from around the world.

It looks for the page on itself, rips it out of the book, then devours the rest.

I feed the mimic a bottle of lotion.

The mimic rolls about in the lotion until it's sufficiently moisturized,  then produces a bucket.

I feed the mimic a dancing baby Groot toy.

The mimic, now mesmerized by the toy, begins to drool liquid gold.

My gift unto the mimic, is a bowl of fruit.

The mimic's drooling ceases, for it has devoured the fruit. And the bowl.

I give the mimic Storm King's Thunder, a DM screen, a set of dice, and some miniatures.

The mimic, exited to be the dm, begins to host s session for  the last 5 forum members too post.

I give our new dmimic some crazy glue, incase the minis break.

The mimic rolls a 20 on a goblin's attack roll against your 1st-level wizard.  It gives you a sheepish, apologetic look. 

My ranger kills the goblin and I cast a spell to bring its corpse here so I can feed it to the mimic. 

The mimic thanks you for your sacrifice and then procedes to give you a magical tongue of goblin where if you stick it in your mouth you can speak goblin.

Myself regrowing my head feed the mimic the DM's hat

The mimic starts sorting player into houses of its own creation and it's never the one you wanted to be in.

I give the mimic some avocado toast, a slouchy hat, a can of PBR, and daddy's credit card.

The mimic thanks you, however the mimic is creeped out, because those where the exact items on its shopping list.

I give the mimic, a camera.

The mimic takes a picture of you and gives it to you.  In the picture, there's a shadowy figure looming behind you. 

I feed the mimic a broken lantern of revealing. 

The mimic gives you a bag of 1000 invisible broken and shattered marbles. They act at both caltrops and ball barrings.

I feed the mimic books on baby creatures and monsters found in the D&D universes.

The mimic spits out (7) a bronze dragon wyrmling. 

I feed the mimic a scale model of the Colossus of Rhodes. 

The mimic eats the model, then spits it out, which now looks roughly how it looks today.

I feed the mimic an almiraj

The mimic looks at you in horror. 

I feed the mimic the remains of the hopes and dreams of pre-Phase 2 D&D Beyond users.