[What could possibly be unpleasant about Joseph Kavinsky? He's just a skinny little boy with a mouth full of dirt. He is still breathing, but he's also not moving much. Like a cat when someone's thrown a blanket over it. The fight is lost. He accepts his fate.
Who the fuck is talking to him? He'd thought he was alone.]
Nah, man.
[He doesn't lift his head to speak, so the sound's a bit muffled. His tone is cheerful, regardless of the circumstances.]
I just thought I'd have a nap, you know. Drown in some mud. Some people pay good money for this.
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Who the fuck is talking to him? He'd thought he was alone.]
Nah, man.
[He doesn't lift his head to speak, so the sound's a bit muffled. His tone is cheerful, regardless of the circumstances.]
I just thought I'd have a nap, you know. Drown in some mud. Some people pay good money for this.