[He can't even be physically serious. It takes so much effort not to disarm her, but he does, keeping his arm up and letting her have the satisfaction of smashing apart a giant snow mound over him.
Even a thick forearm can't shield most of his face and neck from being smeared in icy snow, and he hates the feeling of it (karma) seeping under the collar of his jacket and shirt before it disintegrates on his hot skin.] Oh--oh no, you got me!
I'm done for. [Dramatically, he clasps his chest and staggers back a few steps in the snow.] Things are going dark! [THE LIGHT... FADES...
He collapses into the snow on his back, pretending to be dead.]
because i want to know the fucking answer to this stupid joke
Even a thick forearm can't shield most of his face and neck from being smeared in icy snow, and he hates the feeling of it (karma) seeping under the collar of his jacket and shirt before it disintegrates on his hot skin.] Oh--oh no, you got me!
I'm done for. [Dramatically, he clasps his chest and staggers back a few steps in the snow.] Things are going dark! [THE LIGHT... FADES...
He collapses into the snow on his back, pretending to be dead.]