The worm continues to ignore you as you cross its back to the opposite shore. Celia is already doing a little battle-dance in place, swishing and thrusting her sword in the air.
CELIA:
Good! Now help me slay the ugly thing, or it'll worm its wormy way out of this in no time!
Good! Now help me slay the ugly thing, or it'll worm its wormy way out of this in no time!
YOU:
I don't know... It barely stopped us from making a bridge out of it. I feel kind of bad...and I really kind of want to do as little slaughtering as possible.
I don't know... It barely stopped us from making a bridge out of it. I feel kind of bad...and I really kind of want to do as little slaughtering as possible.
CELIA:
You don't know what this thing is capable of! Growing back is increasingly becoming a boring chore!
You don't know what this thing is capable of! Growing back is increasingly becoming a boring chore!
YOU:
....growing back??
....growing back??
CELIA:
Takes me an HOUR on a good day.
Takes me an HOUR on a good day.
