There was a night where between the mental taxation and the wine I couldn't remember the word "vault" and so said in a meeting that I had done the task of the "cage for goods." That phrase has attained legendary status in our little lobby, and is an easy way to take me down a peg whenever I'm up to my usual tricks. Best of all, I was impostor that round and the fake humility from my error allowed me to escape suspicion.
I wish I could play more often, hence the recruitment effort.