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, Jester then intimidates them into giving her all of their stuff, including their clothes, and they comply. The party finds that all of the bandits appear to be thin and poor townspeople, not professional or impressive thieves of the night.
DM: All right, the one on the left, who looks to be a scraggly redhead, probably close to 20 or 21 years old, wins the bout of boulder-parchment-shears.
Player: Step forward. Would you agree that the previous leadership of this group has probably failed you on some level?
DM: "You know, I wouldn't say so. Yeah, no, I mean, Trevor, he--"
Player: Look where you are right now, son.
DM: "I know! Trevor's turned to ashes."
Player: It was a bad decision!
DM: "It was very bad. He was a very bad man."
Player: Perhaps you should rethink your line of work.
DM: "Yeah. Yeah, you're right. You are right. Right?" And all the boys go, "Right."
