"No, just a proper caxrn markxng my fall, here upon Bulge Rock. Mourn, o ye helmskxnked and hxghblooded, for much mustard was spxlled today xn the name of not havxng to cull a bunch of juvxe xdxots aboveground. Alas. Waxt, X changed my mxnd, gxmme some water." It helps. You no longer wish to perish. Much. Feeling expansive, you hook your nerd-nubs into the muscles of her shoulders and give them a mighty two-handed pinch, the kind you know makes her absolutely melt. "Xt sounds lxke statxc and yellxng down here," you observe. "Must be all the sxnxster Brood Stuff they get up to down here."