"Well that isn't very nice to say." Tal said, the glass bottle he was inside knocking against Sanna's foot. "I worked hard on that body, it's like, THE ULTIMATE tool!, my left hand can cut down a tree, my left eye has night vision, my left le- you know it seems like the left side of my body out ranks my right I'll have to work on the balance there, point is, don't talk down to my body." He explained. "Anyway, my corpse is about to get thrown into some river and you twits are doing nothing!" He yelled. "Now get out there and save me!" He commanded.
"I think I'll pass." Sanna said kicking Tal's bottle away, it burst open, Tal's makeshift soul flying wildly and into the wine skin.
"Ugh, dude are you trying to kill 'er or something?, this stuff is wretched." He said the wine skin vibrating with every word. He made a string vomit sounds with the occasional cough. "It's like a moose defecated in sugar water." He complained, this awarded him a shake from Sanna. "Owww." He whined.
