“Why don’t... you stop... and sing it a lullaby? I’ll get... high ground.”
BM is huffing and puffing because he’s not a runner. He’s not an anything-that-involves-exertion guy to be honest. He wasn’t before this world’s rules were imposed on him either. At least the trail of burning patches should alert someone to this disaster.
“Like... a fortress... far... away.”
Nope, BM is not finding a fortress because he’s slowing down. Eventually he stops to lean on a tree and wheeze. Maybe he should accept the sweet embrace of oblivion. But no, he’s stopping his fire mayhem and just waving Jack over. Whatever he has to say better be quick because the thing is still charging.
No one deserves this
BM is huffing and puffing because he’s not a runner. He’s not an anything-that-involves-exertion guy to be honest. He wasn’t before this world’s rules were imposed on him either. At least the trail of burning patches should alert someone to this disaster.
“Like... a fortress... far... away.”
Nope, BM is not finding a fortress because he’s slowing down. Eventually he stops to lean on a tree and wheeze. Maybe he should accept the sweet embrace of oblivion. But no, he’s stopping his fire mayhem and just waving Jack over. Whatever he has to say better be quick because the thing is still charging.