It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Grog Strongjaw, a goliath barbarian . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, The damage quickly reverts them out of their eel forms. The fight comes down to simply destroying as many of the tentacles as they can, hoping this will allow them to get away.
DM: You are unable to really feel around. You're like holding your hammer here, and the whole thing is squeezing against you and the muscles are pulling in, tense.
Player: There's no way that I could try and push out with my legs to try and pull something out of the bag of holding, is there? It's too tight for that.
DM: Well, what are you trying to pull out?
Player: Maybe the alchemy jug?
DM: You could probably pull the alchemy jug out if you wanted to, yeah.
Player: I pull out the alchemy jug.
DM: All right. And you force it out and hold it on the inside.
Player: And I get super fucking wasted-- No, I'm kidding. (all laugh) I look inside of it, and I say, oil.
DM: Okay. The jug now produces a bunch of oil.
Player: Yeah.
DM: It gets to fill up the inside of the jug.
