DM: the gerblins shoot arrows at you and…*rolls the dice*…one arrow hits your illusionist gnome.
Gnome: Ow!
Me, a rogue halfling with a bow: Oh! An arrow! I want it!
Gnome: W-wait!
DM: You Grab the arrow and pull it out. The blood starts gushing from the wound.
Me: Oh no! I didn’t mean to do that!!
DM: You already did, that’s how it works here.
Me, in panic: I try to put it back?!
Gnome: Wait, no!
DM: Congratulations, you stabbed the gnome.