It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are Vax Vax'ildan, a half-elf rogue . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, Gilmore tells him that he needs to stay alive and keep fighting because Vox Machina needs to keep promoting him. They say their goodbyes and Shaun makes him promise he will see him next time.
DM: "He better be. Don't worry about it. Go. Kill a dragon. Another. Kill two more. Kill six more, I don't care! Just know that you're coming back, because I need you and your friends to keep pimping out my name."
Player: Sure. Whoever gets you will be a very lucky man.
DM: "I know. I know."
Player: Love you.
DM: "I know. You sure you don't want any tea?"
Player: I'm really nauseous right now. I almost didn't come here.
DM: "I'm glad you did." He takes your cup. "Waste not, want not. (sips) Now go! Stop being uncomfortable in front of me! I need to get my morning--"
Player: Yeah. Yes.
DM: "--situated."
Player: Goodbye.
DM: He stands there. Waves his hand and the door opens on its own.
Player: I leave.
DM: He takes you by the shoulder real fast before you leave, and turns around and goes, "'Till next time. Say it."
Player: 'Till next time.
DM: "All right. Go." And you feel a little pat on your backside, on the way out. He sits there holding his tea, watching you leave. Door slams behind you. You make your way back.
Player: I'm sorry I made you do that in that skullcap, Matt.
DM: Look, I don't have to look at this. I'm fine! From my perspective, this is easy.
