So for context, I was joining a campaign run by my friend later into the story, and my two other friends, an elf and a… some relgious nut (can’t remember race, so we’ll call them R), were just meeting me in game.
DM: So, you guys see this weird dwarf fellow, who’s just sitting near all the homeless people, and he seems to be quite cheerful?
R: Well, let’s go meet him!
(I go and introduce myself, and ask if I could join their quest.)
Elf: Sure, why not? *rolls eyes*
Me: Great! Hold on though, I gotta stack some of these magnificent rocks.
DM: *sighs* Fine. Roll… I don’t know, roll dexterity or something.
Me: *rolls an 18*
DM: Well, you build the most magnificent stack of rocks, and it’s so beautiful people CRY.
Me: Great, we can be o-
DM: But wait, it seems like an orc is upset with your sculpture and decides to smash it.
Me: HE DOES WHAT NOW?!
DM: The orc smashed your sculpture.
Me: I SMASH HIS HEAD IN WITH MY AX.
DM: *sigh* Roll for it.
*roll a nat 20*
DM: WELL THE ORC IS NOW DEAD WITH AN AX THROUGH HIS HEAD AND THE VILLAGERS KNOW NOT TO MESS WITH YOUR SCULPTURES.
Me: Great, let’s go.