It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Keyleth, a half-elf druid . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, After an intense stare, the air shimmering between them, the mind flayer's gaze turns its attention towards queen. Scorpion-you moves to the king, with Laduguer-Tiberius manically laughing on her back.
DM: You are going to have a disadvantage on the tail attack, because you have Tiberius on your back and you're trying to make sure you don't hit him with your tail.
Player: Okay.
DM: So, first two claw strikes.
Player: Okay, first one, probably not gonna hit. 12?
DM: No, that does not hit.
Player: Second one. 16?
DM: Does not hit. Clink, clink! Off the armor. Tail strike.
Player: Tail strike. Two. Ten. Nothing.
DM: Yeah, unfortunately just his thick suit of armor-- you're just hitting at him with the giant scorpion claws, but nothing seems to be getting through.
Player: God, you're so heavy, Tiberius, god!
DM: You hear this clacking scorpion angrily (scorpion sounds).
Player: My balance is wonky.
DM: Pike, you're up!
