Date: 2006-10-01 07:34 pm (UTC)

"You may want to take your chances, but I don't particularly fancy getting a sail dropped on my head, because your whistle signaled to someone that that's what they ought to do."

Just so he knows.

"I died... more or less, and found myself here, not sure if I had actually died, or if I was still having some sort of a fever dream."

He shrugs, reaching for a tangled piece of the mess up there, he's pretty much used to that part of the story by now. It just doesn't seem to matter all that much around here.
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