Me: This is the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Genius idea to take off in the middle of a blizzard in unknown mountain terrain. Way to go, Dutch! All of these characters already deserve to die.
Jason: Yeah. This is probably a terrible idea.
Me: Seriously. Hey, nice cabin though. It’s way better than the shack you dumped everyone at. Maybe you guys could relocate here. I just realized that living in alpine conditions is really convenient. You could leave that dead guy in the wagon all winter and not have to worry about him.
Jason: As long as there aren’t any interested mountain lions or wolves. Ah hell. Here we go.
Me: Like a Lion-Pop? A Pioneercicle? Neapolitan Miner? Taste the fresh frozen delights of the mountains! Oh shit, you let one get away. That’s probably going to come back and haunt you later.
Jason: Most likely. What should I do about the guy in the barn?
Me: Walks away and mutters indistinctly, then returns. Why the hell did you just let him go?!!
Jason: I thought you said I should!!
Me: No, I said dead men don’t talk. Great. . . .
GODDAMMIT MICAH YOU FUCKING GAPER OVER HERE BURNING ALL THE SHIT TO THE GROUND WE COULD HAVE USED. Fucking Micah.
Jason: Fucking Micah.
