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, Grog gets one that has a point on it. They return to the others and Grog shows off his hat.
DM: "They are comfortable." As he walks in, still bandaged on the arm, you can see there's a small kettle of tea set by the small fireplace right there. It's a tiny little table and a tiny little stool that he's just kind of sitting on right there. And he goes and he reaches over for the kettle. "(groans)" Tries to pick up the cup and just pours the tea into it.
Player: (alarmed stuttering) I'm going to stop and attach and begin strapping this.
DM: "(confused stuttering)"
Player: Let me show you. It attaches like this.
DM: "Ooh."
Player: Here are the two switches. (clicking) And for your mine.
DM: "Eh? Oh."
Player: I grab, hit the button, twist, pull.
DM: "Oh? Eh? I just got that!"
Player: And I get the spike and attach it.
DM: "Oh."
Player: Remove it, put the hand back on. Tea?
DM: (chuckle, click) (excited laughter) "Tea?"
Player: Sure. Why not? Always say yes.
DM: "Need another cup. (grunts)" He stands up and goes over, still holding the kettle and splashing everywhere, and he's flipping through cabinets and knocking pieces of glass out. "Ah! Found it." Pulls out another little ceramic cup and pours the tea in, sets it down. (chink, click) "(cackles)" "To new hands!"
