Forgive, O Lord,
my little jokes on thee...
"Wouldn't surprise me." Salem responded. "He got a lot of things... scarily accurate, yeah." he said. "Though the concept of this reality being a figment of the mind of a sleeping Eldritch Horror IS a bit farfetched, I admit." he then told her as they got closer and closer to Hal's office.
"It's a laugh and a half to read what he writes, though." he went on. "He writes like you're the be-all-end-all of everything." he laughed. "We both know who would win if our sides went to war." he said smugly.
However, before she could respond, Ty rounded the corner and looked at them.
More specifically, at Salem.
"..." he was silent, before starting to walk towards him, with purpose. And his steps started to pick up. Quickly. And his hands were balling into fists.
"Ohhhh boy, here we go." Salem mumbled.
...and I'll forgive thy
great big one on me.