Watch one dissolve into death enough times and it creates an interesting sort of camaraderie.
And here I thought you attended that just for the food.
I am a man of many motives.
Well, I am a usual pestilence and I am still here.
I did say “almost”, did I not?
Odd how almost lonely it feels without one’s usual pestilences to burden the days…
[TAKES A RUNNING START AND LEAPS UPON]
[HE DIDN’T DO THAT WELL BUT HE’S HOLDING ON FOR ALL HE’S WORTH AND THAT’S THE MAIN THING.]
[He glances down at where there is, quite suddenly, a child clinging to the fabric of his trousers.]
…is the floor lava then, mal’chik?
Well that’s a rude name to give to your friends.
Spoken like a true Westerner.