DM: “So this hallway is very narrow, so you guy can only walk one behind another.”
Cleric: “I’m still in the back. You guys are all my living shields.”
Magus (me): “I’m fine being your living shield! You’re just in charge of making sure I remain living. If I’m your dead shield, then neither of us are doing our jobs.”
Cleric (Jokingly): “I mean, I could still use your corpse as a shield.”
Me: “I’d like to see how well a dead shield will protect you from more undead ogres.”
Cleric: “Haha, fine, I’ll make sure I keep you alive.”
Me: “Thanks!”