Mordecai: Do not let it touch you. Once they get ahold, it’s like quicksand you can’t escape. And since you already used your Protective Shell, you’d be fucked. They don’t just suffocate you. It will actively pour sand into every available orifice, filling you until you explode. And since you’re only wearing boxers with relatively easy access to your… southern entrance… Yeah. Don’t let it get you. Carl: Christ, Mordecai. You always make horrible things seem even more horrible. Mordecai: That’s my job, kid. Have you been keeping your hair short?
