Context: our party just broke out of their jail cells, took back their weapons, and have to get through a crowded mess hall full of prisoners
Bard: I walk in
Paladin: whoa whoa whoa you can’t do that. They’ll see our weapons and get suspicious
Bard: ok fine. I walk in brandishing my rapier and shout HEY GUYS THEYRE GIVING AWAY FREE WEAPONS IN THE YARD! ITS LIKE WEAPON CHRISTMAS OUT THERE
DM: roll charisma I guess
Bard: that’s a nat 20
DM: every single prisoner runs into the yard cheering for weapon Christmas.