It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Percival de Rolo, a human gunslinger . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Percy pulls his gun, fires, and hits. He takes a second shot but his gun jams.
DM: And you feel the actual metal get extremely cold, and you have you have to shake it out like, aw, damn it.
Player: Since I can't move, I'm gonna-- my movement, my minor is gonna be just fixing my-- yeah, so.
DM: Okay, so your action is just trying to fix the gun?
Player: Yeah.
DM: All right. That brings us to--
Player: Damn.
DM: Keyleth.
