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, Vax pulls Scanlan aside and pitches him a backup plan. He wants to have Scanlan Dimension Door into Umbrasyl's stomach and use the unmovable rod to hurt him from inside.
DM: "Right if I know! Got real drunk and woke up in here, everyone started screaming and running away, and I'm like ahh, run away you pansies, and they did, ran away, they never came back. Some packed fire, but not a problem now." And yes, the one snowblind eye doesn't move at all, the other one glances around, that one's completely stuck in a forward position.
Player: Is that magic?
DM: "I mean, certainly gets the ladies."
Player: Yeah, it does.
DM: "But no, it's a reminder to not, well, to not mess with your people."
Player: Oh. Well, I'm sorry to hear that. But they do make you look very young.
DM: "Much worse, say I."
Player: Now if we let you out of here, right, which we're actually in the process of doing, what is your weapon of choice?
DM: "Oh, oh." And he thinks to himself for a moment. "I would have to say my weapon of choice would be Bloodvine ale. Aye."
Player: Bloodvine ale?
DM: "Aye, if we're picking poison, that's my favorite."
Player: Yeah, no, my-- He's a dwarf, right?
DM: Yeah.
Player: Yeah. Obviously we are brothers of the beard. Like, to fight with, right?
DM: "Oh, that kills, eh?"
Player: Yeah, stab, poke, enchant, whatever.
DM: "Once upon a time I was quite a duelist, so if you got something pointy and prickling I can spear 'em with the best of them."
Player: I do have a Greatsword of Frenzy, but it's a two-handed weapon.
DM: "Ah, that's not my preference."
Player: I do also have one regular, just a regular longsword. About the best I have.
DM: "Yeah, that'll do, certainly, I'll take a longsword."
Player: All right, so. Have I got the door open yet?
DM: Not yet. But at this time there's an awkward pause and now you're like, don't have any more conversation. But you still have to finish the-- about a minute later, he's sitting there going, "Come on, come on, come on." Eventually-- tink!-- it opens up. "Yes!" And he pushes it open as you pull it open.
Player: Before I give you this sword--
DM: "Aye?"
Player: --are you up for the fight of your life?
DM: "Yes?"
Player: Can I insight check him?
DM: Yes, you may.
