Rogue: I try to eat the dead gibberling.
DM (me): You what!?
Rogue: Hey, I’m hungry, okay?
DM: Upon closer examination, the gibberling is missing patches of hair and looks diseased.
Rogue: Sweet. I rip off its leg and eat it.
DM: (sigh) Okay, you rip off the gibberling’s leg, cook it up—
Rogue: No, no, I just eat it.
DM: Ugh, fine. Roll fortitude.
Rogue: (fails fortitude save)
DM: You immediately start feeling queasy. You are sickened for the next 24 hours.
Rogue: Dude, what?
DM: You just ate a dirty, diseased gibberling. Raw. Just be glad I didn’t give you rabies or some weird deadly gibberling disease or something.
Rogue: (sarcastically) Thank you, oh wise and mighty DM, for only punishing my stupidity somewhat.