[Forget flashlights; he's thinking strictly about knives now.
His head whips around, from sky to water -- and apparently the silhouette of Lance being dragged off somewhere as usual. He is a leg. He's just a leg. Something not-so PG (Y7?) hisses out under his breath, mobilizing like FEMA to wade further into the water, rushing toward him like David Hasselhoff in Baywatch circa 1989. Is it the bugwife? The original monster they were searching for? Whatever it is, he's gonna kill it.
Just after he gets a grip on Lance; when he's near enough to try, his grip slips right off.]
Grab onto me!
[He's gonna kill it and chop it into pieces 💘. Start from back to front, so he has the opportunity to feed it to itself. Or get eaten just as well.]
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His head whips around, from sky to water -- and apparently the silhouette of Lance being dragged off somewhere as usual. He is a leg. He's just a leg. Something not-so PG (Y7?) hisses out under his breath, mobilizing like FEMA to wade further into the water, rushing toward him like David Hasselhoff in Baywatch circa 1989. Is it the bugwife? The original monster they were searching for? Whatever it is, he's gonna kill it.
Just after he gets a grip on Lance; when he's near enough to try, his grip slips right off.]
Grab onto me!
[He's gonna kill it and chop it into pieces 💘. Start from back to front, so he has the opportunity to feed it to itself. Or get eaten just as well.]