From my 2015 NaNoWriMo effort, (now at 40K + words):
[The narrator (male) and the speaker (female) are two different characters.]
"No, I beaned him with a taxidermied marmot. That's what it took to get his attention."
None of us had anything to say to that. For a good thirty seconds, anyway, until we were roaring with laughter. I kind of waved at the room in apology, and we quieted down after a minute or so.
"A taxidermied marmot?" Rick looked dubious.
"Yup. It was the first thing I could put my hand on when it looked like Harry was going to leave the room and leave me hanging, really hanging. I wasn't going to let him get away with that, bet your ass. Not after he'd pulled the same trick two nights running."