DM: You set down your grog and burst through the door, your companions closely behind. The goblin horde stands before you, sniveling and snickering in low and nasty tones. "Come on, bitches!" they shout in unison, charging at you with their speers and whatnot.

Grumpus: I am so wasting these guys.

Penut: Take it easy, Grumps! We don't know their alignment, yet. They could be on our side...

Grumpus: Shut up, peanut. Kill! [I charge the bastards]

Penut: That's Pe-nut, like Pele. And I'm not doing anything. [I look around to see if I can find any identifying marks on their tunics]

Rom: I'm with Grumps. Murder! Rage! [I'll go for the one with the limp...]

DM: Okay. Everyone roll initiative...