[ It's a great way to get bit, if he ever wants to try it. She probably wouldn't even really mind. ]

You wouldn't know a fabulous bean can prize if it hit you in the fucking face.

[ Aisha stops at the hanging rope, watches the dripping letters on the wall. She looks at it, then at him, and cheerfully condemns him to death. ]

Well, this is the end of the rope for you. You could barely handle moving glitter around.