It's the only part that I don't understand. I need to know what a lava lamp is to judge the type of foul luck it would take to be stabbed to death by one.
It's like - I don't know how to describe it. I'd say I'd show you after this but we're going to be all sore afterwards if I'm remembering right. Anyways, the important part you need to know is that it was, like, jagged broken glass.
Compared to the myriad of idiotic ways we've seen people die here, you wouldn't find being stabbed in the throat with broken glass acceptable? You could be compacted into a cube of trash. You could be accidentally trampled by a horse. You could be eaten by fish. You could be mistaken for a doppelganger-creating octopus and strangled by a cursed person.
Two months is a bare drop in a river for me. Hardly enough time to readjust my expectations of something as fundamental as mortality as it functions in my own world. Do you find it a difficult adjustment?
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Fate seems to enjoy bloodying your hands.
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[at least i didn't get stabbed to death with a lava lamp...]
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What is a lava lamp.
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[FOR HIM AT LEAST but he just squints a little.]
Is there something particularly painful or bizarre about the glass? That's a fairly normal way to die.
[IS IT.]
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[dumb ways to die playing in the background]
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[i hate agreeing with him...]
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It wouldn't be mine, either. I didn't mind the way I went; I'd choose that over the execution.
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[A SIGH.]
Though the soreness will be an irritant...
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[RUPERT....... IS SO TENDERHEARTED.]
I guess it really makes no difference then, even if the dead are just five feet away screaming about peas.