What? I can't eke out a wedge of sympathy for a good guy who got a fate worse than death?
[Even if it was quite literally death. He just has a particular hang up about the method. Eaten alive.
Too close to home. Much too close.]
To be fair, it didn't feel like an afternoon. About a hundred years and a month more like, though the century whizzed by like it was nothing much at all.
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[Even if it was quite literally death. He just has a particular hang up about the method. Eaten alive.
Too close to home. Much too close.]
To be fair, it didn't feel like an afternoon. About a hundred years and a month more like, though the century whizzed by like it was nothing much at all.