We're Gonna Have to Go Through It

Adam Some things you do just to see how bad they'll make you feel Sometimes you try to freeze time 'til the slots are a blur of spinning wheels "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Takes more than a stinky fat bull falling on me to get Adam fucking Pikely." Adam insisted, though as he dusted off his shirt he felt more than a few immediate aches in his back, knew he'd be paying for this particular adventure for a while, especially once the drink wore off and the pain became more real. Peter obediantly came to help him and Adam began to cut at the flesh, wrinkling his nose as blood poured from the cut at the base of the horn. The question threw him off-guard and he frowned up at Peter. "Because...I'm cutting into a big monster's skin and shit? You never cut a monster? They've usually got green blood or smoking bits or just stink." While this minotaur appeared to have blood the normal colour and no poison or smoke, there certainly was a smell, one that did not help Adam's nausea at all as he ripped the horn from it's head with a sickening crunch, lifting it up in his hand as blood and other substances he didn't want to think about that much oozed from the wound in the creature's head. "...So...now what?" He asked, holding the horn in his hands. It was unclear whether this was directed to Peter, his eyes fixed on the item in his fingers. But I am just a broken machine And I do things that I don't really mean