[The most deadpan expression appears on his face and any further he may actually look dead.]
Right then.
[Bishop rolls his eyes as he goes to pick up what looks a bunch of sacks wrapped by chains made of light, the color of which is the same as the light he used earlier. Closer inspection would show that the bags are....flour?]
Okay, I'm gonna go blow things up now.
[He throws the chained bags over his shoulder, the chains itself oddly not making any rattling sounds as it does, but before Bishop goes he pauses and brings a fist to his mouth....and then lets out a light burp.]
no subject
Right then.
[Bishop rolls his eyes as he goes to pick up what looks a bunch of sacks wrapped by chains made of light, the color of which is the same as the light he used earlier. Closer inspection would show that the bags are....flour?]
Okay, I'm gonna go blow things up now.
[He throws the chained bags over his shoulder, the chains itself oddly not making any rattling sounds as it does, but before Bishop goes he pauses and brings a fist to his mouth....and then lets out a light burp.]
Hooo boy. I am still feeling that steak. Damn.