Quicksand. That's idiotic. Frankly he's not concerned. All he has to do is will himself out of this one. Thinking calm thoughts, taking deep breaths and he can merely step out of the goo that seems to have a gravitational hold on him.
...It doesn't quite work.
"--Shit!"
What's that they say in the books and the movies? Don't struggle? It's just the kind of thing he would scoff at, when people struggled despite their better impulses, yet the first thing he can think to do is lift his hands up to his chest. He very quickly slips lower into the quicksand until the lower half of his abdomen slips under.
"Can you not wreck shit here? How are you even doing that?"
It's more muttering to himself, trying to decipher how Willard has so much of a role in this environment.
only one way to find out!
Quicksand. That's idiotic. Frankly he's not concerned. All he has to do is will himself out of this one. Thinking calm thoughts, taking deep breaths and he can merely step out of the goo that seems to have a gravitational hold on him.
...It doesn't quite work.
"--Shit!"
What's that they say in the books and the movies? Don't struggle? It's just the kind of thing he would scoff at, when people struggled despite their better impulses, yet the first thing he can think to do is lift his hands up to his chest. He very quickly slips lower into the quicksand until the lower half of his abdomen slips under.
"Can you not wreck shit here? How are you even doing that?"
It's more muttering to himself, trying to decipher how Willard has so much of a role in this environment.