【生肉搬运】Shrike伯劳鸟 第二章(9)
“I don’t know about you,” George said as they spun slowly above the spikes like a pig on a spit, “but I’d rather not spend the better part of the century acclimating to being the world’s first immortal pincushion.”
“Agreed,” the war god said dryly.
In the distance, George could hear the sound of pounding feet as their hatchet-wielding devotees broke free from the castle and surged into the forest, seeking their flighty gods. Well, thought George with a wry twist to his mouth, it feels good to be wanted again.
“Okay,” the war god said suddenly. “Start rocking.”
“Excuse me?”
“Rock back and forth,” he explained impatiently. “Look, see, the rope is frayed already. If we apply enough pressure, we can get it to snap, but our momentum should be enough to fling us clear over the pit.”
“Or it could snap right as we’re above it,” George said, “immediately impaling us.”
“Don’t be so dramatic. And it’s not like you have any better ideas.”
“Agreed,” the war god said dryly.
In the distance, George could hear the sound of pounding feet as their hatchet-wielding devotees broke free from the castle and surged into the forest, seeking their flighty gods. Well, thought George with a wry twist to his mouth, it feels good to be wanted again.
“Okay,” the war god said suddenly. “Start rocking.”
“Excuse me?”
“Rock back and forth,” he explained impatiently. “Look, see, the rope is frayed already. If we apply enough pressure, we can get it to snap, but our momentum should be enough to fling us clear over the pit.”
“Or it could snap right as we’re above it,” George said, “immediately impaling us.”
“Don’t be so dramatic. And it’s not like you have any better ideas.”
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