[Oh good, someone who is as scathing as he is. He knew he liked to cut of Zib's uh. Gib.]

I guess it could be worse. Us getting systematically hunted down could also be a wild metaphor for our emotional baggage that we're being forced to sort out before we can escape, thanks to the whims of a dream dimension crafted by an eldritch demigod.

Instead it's just straight forward murder. It's the little things, dude.

[The Dream was fucking wild, my dude.]