“Oh hell no!” Bob declared. I had to reach across to fumble in my opposite pocket with my good hand and withdraw the crystal I’d brought from Demonreach for the purpose. It flickered, deep down, with the faint green light of the crystals in the catacombs under the island. “Bob,” I said. “We’re going to bind a Titan.” “Fuck that!” the skull sputtered. “I’m going to Utah! Stuff like this never happens in Utah!” “Buddy,” I said, turning the skull to look at me. “I need you.”
Bob upon seeing newly revealed Black Knight Johnny Marcone fighting a literal Titan.
