It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Mollymauk Tealeaf, a tiefling blood hunter . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Jester plays  Chopsticks , badly, at the piano. Caleb casts Haste on her and she switches to  The Entertainer , not so badly, when the musician comes over and kicks her off.
DM: You and Rissa go into a full run. You beating her easily. You get to the table and scoot into the side. As she approaches, you watch as two male gnomes intercept her, and block her path. One of them goes, "Uh-uh, sorry Tinkertop, table's not for you." She goes, "Fuck off, Fitz! I've worked hard enough. I saw this table fair and square." The other one goes, "You don't work, Tabletop, just like your brain-sick dad. This table's for working folk." Fitz glances over and says, "Go ask your pops to make you a table to drink at alone. Might buy you an hour before it breaks."
Player: I'm going to walk right into the middle of this. Gentle persons, are you harassing our employee right now?
DM: They both look wildly confused. "No, no."
Player: We have employed the services of this person right here, and I would agree that you should probably leave right now and get another table for yourselves.
DM: Make an intimidation check.
Player: Nope, that's a four.
DM: As you lean forward in that tense glare, a little bit of a liquor-based burp comes up abruptly and breaks the intensity of the moment. "Oh, someone's starting early, not too bad. No, from what I've heard about these folks, their blood's fire, but on the inside they're nothing but cold and clammy." He goes and flicks the edge of your nose, these two little gnomish punks.
