Voodoo can sympathize somewhat. Night dives have never been a favorite of his - of anyone that he knows, really. The swimmers are essentially in a vacuum, and like they say, nothing fills a vacuum like imagination.
Or, you know, something really long and scaly and probably carnivorous brushing by your shins. That works, too.
Honestly, Voodoo's as grateful as the next man that the rig's close enough for him to make out the sentries still on watch - time spent thinking about how to take them out is time not spent thinking about what the hell just brushed past his shins. Again.
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Date: 2011-07-02 05:05 am (UTC)Or, you know, something really long and scaly and probably carnivorous brushing by your shins. That works, too.
Honestly, Voodoo's as grateful as the next man that the rig's close enough for him to make out the sentries still on watch - time spent thinking about how to take them out is time not spent thinking about what the hell just brushed past his shins. Again.