Aww, and here I thought you liked my sparkling wit.
[ It’s second nature to bite down on any exposed flesh, figure out what makes a man tick. The machine of him, the shape of his soul. This place might not be real-might actually be Hell, if they’re feeling spicy—but it’s as close to real as Carver can get and so he intends to grab with both hands. Play the game out until the end.
Or at least until God or the commander tell him otherwise.
He laughs a little but follows. Apparently Sam knows where they’re going. And for all Carver’s jokes, he falls in line readily enough. This part he knows. ]
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[ It’s second nature to bite down on any exposed flesh, figure out what makes a man tick. The machine of him, the shape of his soul. This place might not be real-might actually be Hell, if they’re feeling spicy—but it’s as close to real as Carver can get and so he intends to grab with both hands. Play the game out until the end.
Or at least until God or the commander tell him otherwise.
He laughs a little but follows. Apparently Sam knows where they’re going. And for all Carver’s jokes, he falls in line readily enough. This part he knows. ]