I have two things, both made by CMs.
1. After a dinner at the California Grill, we boarded the elevator and waited for our escort. As he entered, he said "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the California Grill's version of the Tower of Terror. We will rise up to the 16th floor and then plummet straight down." You should have seen the look on my face, I was about ready to bolt.
2. While in line for Minnie at Epcot, this CM walks up to these young kids behind me and first of all tells the little girl, who was wearing flip flops, that her shoes are untied. He then tries the little boy:"I'm psychic, I know where you live." "No you don't" Yeah, I do, I really do." "Okay then, where?" "At home." I about fell over laughing.