Rogues are like, "Good morning -- stop screaming -- hi, yes, hi, where is your kitchen? I'm kinda starving -- stop screaming, please, I should have said please, I'm sorry -- where is your kitchen? Would you mind terribly if I had a sandwich? What kind of bread do you have?"
DM: "Oh no, the evil wizard™ starts his evil ritual! As you enter the room, you can see him chanting his evil spells! What do you do? His henchmen are rushing in from behind you"
Sorcerer: "I'll cast my counterspell"
Rogue: "nah mate, I got a plan. I rush to the bad dude and stick my finger in his mouth"
Dm: "you do what?"
Rogue: "well he can't finish his evil ritual of he can't chant the magic words, right? So I stick my finger in his mouth"
A family doesn't need to be a husband a wife and two kids, sometimes it's a lesbian terrorist couple, a flying brick from Mississippi, a Catholic German and a Cajun thief. And I think that's beautiful