It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Fjord, a half-orc warlock . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, To be honest with you, I thought we were going on a pleasure cruise. But you know, I’ve met some people, and we’ve had a great time, and yeah.
DM: "I must commend you, it has been a very long time since someone has been so bold with such massive balls to come onto my ship. And I think that perhaps I got where I am today not by seeing through a few paltry illusions."
Player: Well, I must commend you on your perceptiveness. My balls are quite large. [cheering] I will drop the mask.
DM: You drop the the Disguise Self, okay. As you say that and the Disguise Self drops, you hear a series of sounds that you hadn't really heard in succession before. (clicking) [groaning] As you see most of the crew now wielding some variation of the firearms you had seen both in Hupperdook or the traveling armies of the Empire eastward towards the boundaries of Xhorhas. [laughter] Have them trained on the lot of you. The captain still now has her hands crossed in front of you and goes, "Well, I guess now that we are out in the open, who the fuck are you and how did you come in the possession of The Mist?"
Player: That is a wonderful story. One that I would love to share. You have the honor of being in the company of The Mighty Nein. [cheering]
DM: "But there are only seven of you." [laughter]
Player: It's a long story, but I'm afraid we won't be able to tell it or further converse unless we have an atmosphere of equal exchange here, and this hostile act is not a step in the right direction, Captain.
DM: "So you are the captain of that ship. Are you suggesting that we parlay?" [laughter]
