Harvey didn't reply, so S.T. got one more dig in. "Preferably not with your face, but at least your odds of that are, what, half-off?" Then he was down to where Scott was. There was a fair bit of blood spattered around, but not instant-death levels. He'd be fine, if they could get it stopped.
"Naah. Nothing at all. As in I can't see a fucking thing. Maybe we're in its mouth. Seems like a hell of a setup just to feed Landel's pet Venus Flytrap." It was a lot more like a pitcher plant, or that thing from Star Wars than a Venus flytrap, but that was the carnivorous plant everyone recognized.
"Hold off from dying another few seconds, O.K.?" It was a lot harder to tear cotton T-shirts than it looked. It was just the first tear that was tough. After that, he yanked, and a two-inch strip peeled right off the bottom of his shirt. "Hand." He'd wrap it tight enough to stop the blood loss, and then they could figure out what the game was with this room.
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"Naah. Nothing at all. As in I can't see a fucking thing. Maybe we're in its mouth. Seems like a hell of a setup just to feed Landel's pet Venus Flytrap." It was a lot more like a pitcher plant, or that thing from Star Wars than a Venus flytrap, but that was the carnivorous plant everyone recognized.
"Hold off from dying another few seconds, O.K.?" It was a lot harder to tear cotton T-shirts than it looked. It was just the first tear that was tough. After that, he yanked, and a two-inch strip peeled right off the bottom of his shirt. "Hand." He'd wrap it tight enough to stop the blood loss, and then they could figure out what the game was with this room.