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,  You had discussed with them, last time, a plot - fixing their seemingly not-very-well-put-together plot into a better direction (thankfully) - to acquire a wax seal within the home of Lord Sutan, to create a letter that you feel would be incriminating. Then to infiltrate the High Richter's home, do the same, and then report them to the Lawmaster or whoever else you think would be of higher estate...
DM: We'll find out in a second. Now we have you spitting and freaking out. The two clerks that are trying to push Frumpkin out are trying to escort you. They see you. They're like, "Sir? Sir?" They start grabbing your arms and lifting you up.
Player: (vomit) I'm still bleeding from the neck.
DM: They start dragging you into one of the rooms on the side. They open one room and there's somebody in there already who was sleeping but is starting to come to, going, "What's happening? Sorry!" They close the door, go to the next chamber, and start dragging you into an empty room.
Player: I'm going to immediately -- I'm going to go limp.
DM: Okay.
Player: Then the minute the door's open, I'm going to make a break for it.
DM: All right. They open the door--
Player: I'm out!
DM: You bolt?
Player: I'm going to bolt. Full speed.
DM: Make an athletics check.
Player: All right. Athletics or acrobatics? Athletics?
DM: Actually, this would be your choice.
Player: Oh, yay. That's nice. Nine?
DM: You try and pull away, but in the moment, they're genuinely worried about your well-being. They've probably had patients try and make big physical actions while they're in their care, and they hold you back.
Player: It's magic! I'm possessed! I turn to one and go, (in a guttural voice) The power of Christ compels you! I'm going to use Devil's Tongue and I'm going to do a couple points of damage to him.
DM: Devil's Tongue or Vicious Mockery?
