Hands: 'Ow about Captain Nemanor? 'Asn't 'e got a vote?

Lord Fear: He's got a boat, Hands.

"See the little goblin,

See his little feet,

And his little nosey-wose...

Isn't the goblin sweet?"

Anyway...

LF:  "What is so amusing?"

Hands:  "We... we found the dungeoneer, sir..." SNICKERS

LF:  "And?"

Lissard:  "His helmet, Lord-nessss... itsss hornsss... one of them'sss exactly the sssame shape..." SNICKERS "...as... a thingie!"

LF:  "A thingie?"

Hands:  "A flippin' big one! It was t'riffic!"

Etc.

Trgeuard, Pickle, Merlin, Hordriss and Lord Fear all sitting around a table drinking, wearing fake breasts, singing "See the little goblin, see him run...."

Edit: I've found it for you...

[Treguard enters the antechamber clad in a Stafleet uniform, with gelled hair, and sits in his chair.]

Treguard: 'Dungeon Master's log, stardate 2112.3. We have arrived at... the new Phase of the Dungeon, on our mission to... retrieve the Cup that Heals, in order to halt the... plague on... Yeltom II. I have recruited a child to enter the... Dungeon and... locate the quest object.'

Pickle: [also in a Starfleet uniform, but with his usual eyebrows and ears] 'Master, it is highly illogical to send an untrained prepubescent humanoid into an unknown and potentially dangerous locale.'

Treguard: 'Mr. Pickle, with all due respect, no-one asked you. I'm giving the child a helmet for protection, what more do you want? [calls out] More power, Mr. McGrew!'

[McGrew runs in.]

McGrew: 'But Treguard, I've pushed the Dungeon as far as she'll go, she canna take any more!!'