Me: (Eating Something that isn't a rotting corpse) Thrall walks over to me Thrall: R u gonna eat that? Me: Yeh Thrall: Are you sure? Me: It's fruit Thrall pauses awkwardly Me: Bye Bye (Pushes him away with solar wind) Thrall: Wait, what are you eating late... Thrall suddenly gets a case of Valedictorian to the face syndrome Me: (Reloading) That wasn't me. Every hive in hell mouth tries to kill me. Dinklebot: Guardian down!