"Well, this is interesting…" Jimmy mumbled.
In his hands was his own severed head. No amount of context would be enough to explain this scene in detail, and no string of words could properly describe what he was feeling right now, but at the very least, it was interesting.
Jimmy's former body was now a corpse. It could not be saved, salvaged, or revived. He was looking at his own corpse, and yet the corpse in front of him was hilariously in less pain than he was.
The corpse could not feel pain, it was lifeless, and yet Jimmy's knees still burned because of yesterday's tango he had, the one that involved Terrence, the little alien. He was not fully up-to-date with the events that unfolded today.
"So a Field Runner got me?" He asked, as he stared his former, lifeless head in the eye, "Did my death look cool, at least?"
