It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Jester Lavorre, a tiefling cleric . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously,  You had discussed with them, last time, a plot - fixing their seemingly not-very-well-put-together plot into a better direction (thankfully) - to acquire a wax seal within the home of Lord Sutan, to create a letter that you feel would be incriminating. Then to infiltrate the High Richter's home, do the same, and then report them to the Lawmaster or whoever else you think would be of higher estate...
DM: He goes, "What do you call the king on his birthday?" The crownsguard goes, "I don’t know. What do you call a king on his birthday?" "An arsehole." The guard goes--
Player: Here’s the thing. He’s not a joke-telling kind of comedian. He’s more of a farce kind of comedian. Physical comedy. It’s more like a jester, if you will. And I push him and-- so he falls down. See?
DM: (impact noise) At which point the two guards go: (laugh)
Player: He’s so good. He really sells it.
DM: Ulog like gets off the ground and glares at you this very furious fiery stare and then gets up and then stumbles again and falls on the ground, flat again. The guard goes, " All right, get in." Ulog now has like a bloody nose and as you ushers him in, he looks back. "Oh, we’re going to talk later."
Player: But I got you in the door, right?
DM: You eventually make your way over to the edge of the alley, coming up to the hatch that leads you out of the sewer. There you guys see the two approaching shapes of Jester and Ulog. Ulog looking festive, if the wear is a bit tiny, making his hair and beard poof out of the sides of the mask.
