Rogue: I mean, I’m not in the mood to--well, I am, but I’m not in the mood to, like, drag the party down with me, so.
Cleric: Thank fucking god.
Paladin, relieved: Sweet Jesus. Sweet Torm. Fucking thank you.
DM: I’m not stopping you...
Cleric, desperate: DM, stop, we just got her to agree to not do it--please stop, please don’t goad her on--
Rogue, already aiming weapon: Well now that you say that...
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