438.
Fleshy environments is not a reason to not pack any food on our raiding trip.
438a. Even if I have sufficient skill in cooking, and have countless herbs and spices on hand.
438b. Bringing any spices that are above Habanero spiciness on the scoville scale is not a good idea to bring with me on any raids in such environments.
438c. Bringing bleach and/or ammonia is also ill-advised.
438ca. Bringing several (thousand) bottles of Head&Shoulders is also ill-advised if the flesh isn't carbon-based.
439. Fantastic Voyages or traversing someone's "Inner-Space" doesn't permit me to disrupt their bowels for the hell of it whenever I want.
439a. I am NOT Osmosis Jones.
439ab. Wandering somebody's brain doesn't allow me to see their thoughts like it's a movie.
440. Even if the rules allow it, I cannot use a Rock-It Launcher (or similar) to launch countless mentos-cola missiles at my targets.
440a. Fatmans don't launch fat people. No exceptions.
441. Rat-tailing an iron golem will not kill it instantly.
442. I'm not permitted to have any companions which are living suits of armor with Bender's personality.
443. If the Plagues that hit Egypt are ever cast upon me, I cannot stockpile frogs and locusts (and any other animal-based plague) as food.
443a. I cannot use the blood-waters as a tribute to Armok.
443b. I cannot pop sores and boils in front of people to gross them out.
443c. I can't take advantage of an eclipse to cast spells that can only be cast during them.
443d. I can't take vengeance on any annoying NPCs by inviting them with their families to join me on my banquet and stay the night as their first-born suddenly and mysteriously gets executed by a greater force.
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445. Tsunamis or great deluges don't permit me to react with "Surfs up!".
445a. Even if the rules allow it, my mech(a) cannot surf said tsunami on an aircraft carrier.