How can- [He cuts himself off mid-sentence to take in a deep breath. Calm. Just. Calm. Don't look at the eyeball.] There's the pitchfork, the eye, and that rope... I... think that's it...
[Is it? He'll look around again, trying not to linger too long on the eyeball.]
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[Is it? He'll look around again, trying not to linger too long on the eyeball.]