Context: The party has just wandered into a ruin that transported them to an enchanted tavern where they all see whatever they desire. They have to roll WIS saves to have the willpower to take any action to leave or discover they’re charmed (think the Lotus Eaters).
The half-orc barbarian is the first to roll high enough to realize something is wrong but can’t figure out how to escape.
Barbarian: “I run out the door again.”
DM (me): “You end up in the back storeroom this time and land on a keg of ale.”
Elf Wizard (knows something is off but can’t roll high enough to act on it): “I’m staring at the orc and wondering why he keeps running in and out of the building.”
Barbarian: “I throw the wizard through the door!”
DM (to wizard): “You get thrown out the door and find yourself falling down the staircase somehow.”
Human Cleric (former thief/assassin trying to reform, completely failed his WIS save and is now very drunk): “I pickpocket the wizard!”
Human Fighter (crossbowman, half-insane and now also drunk): “I shoot the feather in the wizard’s hat!”
-both roll very well and succeed-
Wizard: “That was my only quill…”
Barbarian: “I throw the wizard out the door again but try to hold the door open this time.”