OLIVER
A nod and Oliver takes out a knife- Er- a wooden spoon. ”Yeah! I can show you. Just give me your arm and you can drink it!” Knife time!!!
Looking at Amun, Oliver drowned. ”The blanket is gone! It was destroyed. Torn to shreds.... I’m so cold. I’m so so cold.” Eyes travel up towards the fire and Oliver finds himself slowly inching closer, realizing that fire was also a potential blanket. Yes. It’d make him not cold.
Tasty? Oh. ”You like the taste of metal? I have metal here if you wanna drink it. I could make it liquid.” Yes! He was being such a lovely host. If blood was like metal and blood was tasty to Amun then the clear answer was that Amun liked metal! Ahah!! It was perfect.
Looking at Amun, Oliver drowned. ”The blanket is gone! It was destroyed. Torn to shreds.... I’m so cold. I’m so so cold.” Eyes travel up towards the fire and Oliver finds himself slowly inching closer, realizing that fire was also a potential blanket. Yes. It’d make him not cold.
Tasty? Oh. ”You like the taste of metal? I have metal here if you wanna drink it. I could make it liquid.” Yes! He was being such a lovely host. If blood was like metal and blood was tasty to Amun then the clear answer was that Amun liked metal! Ahah!! It was perfect.
Isn't it amazing
How we can never tell
Who is in an identical hell
