That's funny, I figured here I was gonna end it.

Anyways, if you can't help shitting your pants over a rip in your shirt you're gonna hate the kind of shit out past that first door there. Mud, up to your tits, things with teeth and "volatile gems" that'll singe your eyebrows right off.

[She might be delighting a little too much in this, but then Jo has been watching how other newly minted gem-folk try to test the temple's boundaries. It's been kind of fun watching the failures.]