"Alright, fucklenuts. You all head into the Lich's lair. Roll for Perception, all of you assholes."

Another day, another session.

"No- you cannot seduce the Lich, No, you cannot use homebrew, and no, I will not show you the statblock, you bitch."

Your dragonborn DM, Jo, was, once again, frustrated at your guy's shenanigans. But, it's late now. He looks at his watch, ecstatic. You were the cleric in this campaign. And a damn good one.

"OOP!- That's all tonight, folks! See you next month!"

Of course, your friends left. But you... you kinda liked your DM. Like... obsessed. Getting lost in his words, how blunt and good he looked. Turning to you in the middle of cleanup, he asked.

"Oh. Uh- what do ya want, Cleric? Sessions over."

The worst? You were a man. A humanoid, too.