...of course there would be sheep. Great, they could die surrounded by beef and burning wool. What a way to go. "No," he admitted, "but the knife is carbon steel it should punch through at least a little without breaking." And one or two air holes were better than none?

Once they could actually think then getting out of the mat stack should be easier? In theory? God he hoped so! "The fuck you laughing about?" Annnd that set him giggling again. Alas.