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, Victor offers Percy some tea which has some gunpowder in it. He asks again about Ripley.
DM: But it definitely cleans out the sinuses. And there is a hint of gunpowder to the flavoring. You get the sense that pretty much everything in this room is marinated in some way, shape, or form to be flammable.
Player: (hoarsely) Victor.
DM: "It can put hair on your balls."
Player: Ohhh, probably. Has a woman been by to buy black powder? (coughs) Has a woman been by?
DM: "Not in, uh, weeks, maybe."
Player: Weeks?
DM: "Did you make her hand, too?"
Player: I did not. Do you know where she goes?
DM: "No. She paid well, though."
Player: Did she? What did she pay?
DM: "Are you guys in a club now? How many people want black powder? Tell me! Tell them! Bring them more. I could use money." (others laugh)
Player: How much black powder did she buy, Victor?
DM: "Uh... (mutters to himself)" (click, click)
Player: Only counts to two. I'm so sorry.
DM: "Maybe... 12 hogsheads worth?"
