[Stan leans back against the wall next to the desk and that notebook sitting on it, crossing his arms over his chest and watching the kid tap at - well, at himself, sort of.]
It can, yeah, if you wanna' leave here in a pine box. Well, sort of, I think we probably go 'poof' just like all those monsters do, but-
[That won't help the kid understand any of this, will it?]
Look, if you wanna' get all hippy dippy woo woo with it, that stone is you.
[He shrugs and holds up a hand, wiggling his fingers as he shows off the long, rough pink and green stone sunk into his palm.]
All I know is, mine ain't comin' out, and the only way to kill us for good is to give this thing a good crack. Mess with it if you want, but don't blame me for what happens. What all did good old mama rock explain to you back in that gem room? Some people know more than others when they first get here.
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[Stan leans back against the wall next to the desk and that notebook sitting on it, crossing his arms over his chest and watching the kid tap at - well, at himself, sort of.]
It can, yeah, if you wanna' leave here in a pine box. Well, sort of, I think we probably go 'poof' just like all those monsters do, but-
[That won't help the kid understand any of this, will it?]
Look, if you wanna' get all hippy dippy woo woo with it, that stone is you.
[He shrugs and holds up a hand, wiggling his fingers as he shows off the long, rough pink and green stone sunk into his palm.]
All I know is, mine ain't comin' out, and the only way to kill us for good is to give this thing a good crack. Mess with it if you want, but don't blame me for what happens. What all did good old mama rock explain to you back in that gem room? Some people know more than others when they first get here.