Ah, D&D 3 1/2, how fun and easily abused you were.
One of the joys of 3.5ed (and 3ed) was that you could actually do ANYTHING, which led to me rolling a half-orc bard, with a Cha of 16, and we'd agreed on playing a 3.5-revised version of pre-Cataclysm Forgotten Realms.
So, after I'd convinced an elven business-woman that our group would be a prefect addition to her caravan guards, we found ourselves traveling down the road, dusty and a little sore, but employed. The dDM's g/f was playing a mute druid (don't ask me how she talked to the animals), whom the priest of Bane in the caravan had taken a shine to.
Yes, apparently the Caravan-Mistress was that egalitarian about employment; I mean, a half-orc bard really isn't THAT much better than a Priest of Bane, to most elves.
So, the druid had just started riding in my wagon, and when the Banite came be a pest, I managed, while singing inspiring traveling songs, to cast Unseen Servant and Ventriloquism (without triggering his Spellcraft, somehow), used it and a nat 20 on a vocal impersonation of the caravan's Dwarven guard-master, demanded that he get back to his post, because he 'weren't getting paid to make nice with the girls!' I'd had my Unseen Servant get down on all four at the back of the wagon, and when he started to leave, I cast Mage Hand, and shoved him, so he tripped over the Unseen Servant, and out the back of the wagon.
My character's punishment was to stay up all night and recite the Dwarven guard-masters Hearth-Lore Chant... all 77 fucking verses.