Mercy:Well, Mr. Fawkes, the results from your physical say you’re extremely malnourished for a man of your height. You are alarmingly deficient in both vitamins E and C. You have microfractures all along your right femur and pelvis, likely from the poor shock absorption of your prosthetic combined with your posture. You're deaf in your right ear and you have an acute radiation poisoning.
Context: In our game, I play a fighter Tiefling who was born and raised in a dungeon his whole life. During his first travel outside we got stuck in two areas, one where it was permanently day and one where it was permanently night. As we finally left that area this happened.
DM: As you continue to journey however you notice the sun is finally starting to move slowly
Me: *Screams incoherently*
Me: IT’S FALLING! THE GIANT FIREBALL IS FALLING! IT’S GONNA KILL US!
Druid: Ah! You’d better try and hide!
Me: HOW DO YOU HIDE FROM THAT! IT’S HUGE!
And thus the party refused to explain to me how astronomy worked until the next day
Our party consists of a Dwarven druid, a Human rogue (Dave), an Aasimar ranger and a very frail Human paladin. We’ve ‘infiltrated’ the lair of a sorcerer who’s guards, so far, have not been particularly bright.
Guard: What are you doing in here?!
Dave: We work here!
*rolls deception, fails*
Guard: … No you don’t. Get them!
*while killing the guards*
Dave: Why are you doing this, this is the worst first day of work ever!
Oddly enough the survivor of this encounter believed us and gave us the key to go see ‘the boss’ to voice our complaints regarding working conditions.