Context: A rogue who takes things a bit too literally, a blind assassin and a drug addicted necromancer (me) are interrogating a warlord’s son to find a way into his dad’s fortress. The rogue was the lucky pick to interrogate him.

Rogue: So, how do we get in?
Warlord’s Son: I’ll die before I tell you.
Rogue: Have it your way.
Rogue, OOC: I cut his throat.
DM: Wait what?
Rogue: I cut his throat.
DM: He bleeds out within minutes. Congrats.
Rogue: Hey, (me), bring him back.
Me: Sure thing.
Rogue: Hey what was that about dying first?
Warlord’s Son: WHAT IN THE UNHOLY HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE.