"That's what I thought to myself. We're so fuc-screwed."
He looks up, following her gaze, at the doom and the plant pressing up against it. "How is it doing that? I assumed this place was dug out of rock. Where are its roots?"
He shakes his head, looking back to her. "What do you think? There's no golden goose at the top, I've checked."
Let the girl say fuck
He looks up, following her gaze, at the doom and the plant pressing up against it. "How is it doing that? I assumed this place was dug out of rock. Where are its roots?"
He shakes his head, looking back to her. "What do you think? There's no golden goose at the top, I've checked."