Context: It’s the final session of our campaign and we’re currently fighting the dragon queen. The fights been going on for almost two hours now, one fighter is down, three of us are enchanted and fighting each other, and the walls are slowly collapsing around us. It’s our Half-orc Clerics turn and they decide to take matters into their own hands.
Cleric: So the dragons back is turned to me right?
Us: Yeah she’s facing away from you right now.
Cleric: Ok, so I want to use these explosives that I have. But I’m gonna do something a little different.
DM: Ok? What do you want to do with them?
Cleric: I want to put them up her butt.
A look of despair crept on our DMs face as they asked our Cleric to roll for it. Not only did they successfully manage to stuff the explosives in the dragons ass. But the resulting blast was enough to kill it.