[drags his foot through the ritual circle and the bloodapplejack oozes like a liquid ought to. the bone seems to have dissolved.]

Go home, mate. Find yourself a new fucking hobby.

[pulls out a cigarette handrolled from bukmek tobacco and irish jesus bible pages and lights it. shrugs. blows out a stream of smoke.]

Or don't. I don't give a shit. But don't stay for a stupid reason.