Kill or be killed

Backstory: We’re interrogating the leader of a group of cannibals. I’m a rouge, and I’m in a group with a gunslinger, a ranger, and a bard.

Mayor: I’ll die before I tell you anything!

Me: I slit his throat.

Gunslinger: We’re trying to get information.

Me: I slit his throat.

GM: Ire slits his throat.

Ranger: Why the hell did you do that you moron.

Me: I roll to compel the gods to put his spirit back into his body.

The entire party: what.

Me: *rolls nat20 plus 13*

GM: Jesus Christ, Ire somehow convinces the gods to gingerly put the guy back in his body and heal his wounds.

Me: What were you saying about dying first?

Mayor: What the fuck is wrong with you.