[ Irritably, he starts to feel like he's talking to Pitch. Woe is me, I'm so old and clever and no one has manners. Oh, Jack, you always make a mess, tsk tsk. Fern-frost unfurls around his feet. ]
It won't be violent when you're a popsicle. I'll go on with my life, trust me.
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It won't be violent when you're a popsicle. I'll go on with my life, trust me.