That's irony, I suppose. They're valuing the organs they dig up more than the organs which belong to them.
*He takes a tentative step forward, then another.*
We need to make some sort of progress here. Perhaps we can masquerade as denizens if we make some minor adjustments.
*He proceeds to smear his face with dirt from the floor, but his arms and hands, of course, conspire against him and he ends up with a black eye and a bloody nose. The dirt does make him look more like one of the miners, though, and he finds it's not difficult to scrape his palms bloody with them flailing about seeking injury.*
Did you see how their hands bled? I didn't see a pickaxe on them- do you suppose they scrape through the rock barehanded?
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*He takes a tentative step forward, then another.*
We need to make some sort of progress here. Perhaps we can masquerade as denizens if we make some minor adjustments.
*He proceeds to smear his face with dirt from the floor, but his arms and hands, of course, conspire against him and he ends up with a black eye and a bloody nose. The dirt does make him look more like one of the miners, though, and he finds it's not difficult to scrape his palms bloody with them flailing about seeking injury.*
Did you see how their hands bled? I didn't see a pickaxe on them- do you suppose they scrape through the rock barehanded?