[Looking down at his sad excuse of a... no... no, it doesn't deserve to be called a spear. He looks down at the fucking stick. What a letdown.] Goddammit. [The knife doesn't... shock him all that much, really. He has one on him often enough. He stays at a camp with Nurf, for crying out loud.]

Hey, I said I wouldn't miss. And I didn't miss! I could've put this thing somewhere else, but I wouldn't make the stick already up your ass jealous--

[...Did that knife just catch fire.

Is that fucking knife.

On.

FIRE.]

...What the fuck! HOW.