OMG I DO THAT ALL THE TIME
Wolves bothering me? Eat a cheese wheel.
Bandits stabbing me? Eat two cheese wheels.
Random traveler punching me to death after I refuse drugs? Eat three cheese wheels.
Mages turning me into bacon? Eat four cheese wheels.
Bear running me over? Eat five cheese wheels.
Dragon munching on my head? Eat six cheese wheels.
Volkihar Master Vampire staring me down with me at level twenty? RUN.
Even the child has that helmet. Poor thing already got an arrow in the knee at that age? Aww! xD
And dat mustage and pipe. I lolled at that comment -> "All dads have huge handlebar mustaches and pipes. It comes in the mail once you have your first child."
lol Skyrim's healing items can be pretty ridiculous.
(anyway the kid and the gy with the mustach are hilarius