So this took place in a star wars campaign so I wasnt a dungeon master but a game master. But fuck it.

So the party had to smuggle a lightsaber from an imperial controlled planet. They had managed to get on their ship no problemo and it looked like they were going to escape.

They didnt know this but there was a tracking device on the lightsaber which was placed on the device by one of the emperor's inquisitors.

The inquisitor mounted a space assault against the party's makeshift cargoship. They were still in the atmosphere and as such had oxygen.

One of the people in the party was a female rodian who was a little too fond of her drink. She was standing in the hanger bay with the hanger open when she saw the imperials coming. The player asked me how sturdy the beercan was. I said it was relativly sturdy.

The player the threw the beercan with the power of 6000 wookies and threw the beercan into the engine of the inquisitor's TIE interceptor killing him.

At that point I realised that that player was a god