A triffid rises from the bushes, hissing evilly at you! (For those of you shouting “What the hell is a Triffid?”, it’s a type of horrible ambulatory plant. And you’ll probably need an ambulance after it’s done ambulating all over you.)
It tries to blind you with its tongue‐like appendage, but to no avail, since somebody apparently forgot to tell it that you can only be blinded by science.
You concentrate your starchy magic and call forth a Minor Ray of Bullets, which shred the foul plant‐beast like… well, like bullets through a plant, really. POW! BLAM! ZAP!
You win the fight!
You search the area for a while, but don’t find the Obvious Plot Device. Darn.