It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Scanlan Shorthalt, a gnome bard . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, you finds Jarett who is eating to talk about their drug deal. Jarett is concerned about him wanting to pick up a bad habit and suggests he tries to stick with getting laid, to get himself back in the game.
DM: "Then something else that reminds you of her. Something that you can look at in that moment when you're not so sure."
Player: How did you get so wise, Jarett?
DM: "Drink a lot, listen to people talk. There are none wiser than barkeeps, my friend, and I have been friends with many a barkeep."
Player: These are all good suggestions. But I'm a man of instinct, and my instincts said I need to supplement my body with some extra liquid courage. So if you can please continue to look for me.
DM: "I will continue searching and providing what you require."
Player: I've heard that it can help people in moments of panic and stress.
DM: "And I've watched it ruin lives near K'Tawl Swamp!"
Player: I can handle a lot of things.
DM: "You are a strange gnome."
Player: Takes one to know one?
DM: "Does not work in this circumstance but I applaud your attempt. It was good. I'll do what I can. But don't forget you have more than one reason to stick around."
Player: I know. That's what worries me. I'll think about what you said. Maybe I'll go have a toss, see if that helps, too.
DM: "Here, tell you what. Come here."
Player: Yes?
DM: And he suckerpunches you in the face. You unexpectedly fall back. You feel the pulsing of the blood run to your cheek. Your eyesight goes white for a second. He goes, "See, now you have to live to return the favor."
