“Jimmy, I think we’re dead.”
“Yeah, we are and it’s your fault.”
“What? We were torn apart by a giant morpha-cat. How is that my fault? It was your idea to look for cephalopigopod eggs near a known morpha-cat cave.”
“Yeah, well, I was only trying to save you when I got shredded.”
“Oh yeah, like I invited the thing over to make slivers of us.”
“You may as well have. Why did you just stand there when I yelled at you?”
“I was doing what you told me to.”
“What? I was screaming Claws! Claws!”
“Oh, um…well, sounds like?”