It's a fantasy role-playing game.

DM: You are  Kashaw Vesh, a human cleric . You are the member of the famous group of adventurers. Previously, The party, after essentially forcing this individual to reveal themself, the rakshasa fled through a tunnel underneath its room into a long subterranean tunnel fraught with traps that were set to protect it. The party managed to avoid these rather deftly until the steady decline of the hallway, combined with the increasing moisture and scent of refuse, caused a slick surface and our fantastic cleric, Brother Kash, you, slipped and fell down.
DM: This time, in an angry fury that you are being stifled by what is essentially sewer rats, you lift your axe up in the air as one rat has climbed up your pants bites you right in the crotch.
Player: Don't touch it, don't do that. Okay. Yes, it does.
DM: In pain, you drop the axe behind you and reach down and grab the rat and tear it in half out of frustration and anger, and I will give you a point of damage for that.
Player: A point of damage? The rat bit through my metal codpiece?
DM: It snuck up past the small little gap there and ate through your leather britches, and you are in severe pain, nearing prone.
Player: Well, I mean us dwarves are known for our dicks that are sensitive to rat bites.
DM: This is true. They didn't put that in the Player's Handbook, but I think they're going to amend it, too.
Player: Oh, it's canon in my game.
DM: And with that, Thorbir's turn is up.
