DM: 'You enter a dimly lit 10 by 10 foot room.'
ME: 'I Swing!'
DM: 'What? Swing at what? Are you looking around?'
ME: 'Swinging for the fences, baby! WACKi-Wacki-WACKI-OH!!!!'
DM: 'Look, you have to take the time to see what's...'
ME: 'Thog no like lookie lookie limp-wristed pansy stuff. Thog SMASH!
DM: 'OK, fine. you've knocked the young elf maiden down and out cold on the stone floor.'
ME: 'Looks like happy time for Thog now. Rest of party leave. Now.'
DM: throws up hands and leaves to get a hotpocket.