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, Tiny Vax, thanks to a potion that does that. Scanlan managed to go ahead and put in an Immovable Rod within its stomach, which held it up for a moment, before it decided to truly gain the advantage it needed to escape the circumstance, allowed it to tear through its body, as well as an arrow that was shot by Vex, towards her brother, in the hopes of, I don't know, being a symbol of hope?
DM: Then you still have Hunter's Mark on him, yeah. Continues upward. That comes to the next part. Grog, you're up.
Player: I had one question. I drank that Potion of Speed. It hastes me for a minute. How many rounds is a minute?
DM: That has gone away, unfortunately.
Player: Well, there's nothing to do but to climb back up the chain!
DM: Make an athletics check.
Player: Up the chain! Fucking weiner snap. 15.
DM: 15? All righty. You manage to pull yourself halfway up the chain. You get back to where you were towards the base of the tail. That's the extent of your round there. The wind resistance itself, you can see the axe itself, after you tried to tug it forward, did bring it a little loose. So its position is still a little precarious.
Player: Might as well say something cool. I can do this all day! I'm really not confident.
DM: All right. Vax.
