Best beloved - "It was a good game last night! It went really well for us."
Me - "Yep."
BB - "Except for, one of the characters died."
Me - "And you slaughtered all of those commoners."
BB - "Yeah, but they kept singing after we killed the monster. It definitely would have been worse if we hadn't. We had to kill them."
Me - "You were the one who summoned that creature."
BB - "There was no way to predict this would happen."
I reflect on the last time the party summoned something. They fluffed the control roll, it murdered the summoner. Before that, they fluffed the control roll, it expanded to five times original size, gained dozens of powers, and melted the stone entrance to the dungeon behind them, sealing them inside.
Me - "Of course not."