"Spikes are always effective, right? There's uh - there's a weapon my buddy Dustin used to talk about, it was part of this game he and his friends played back —" When he used to be alive? When he wasn't here? The sentiment is so automatic, thinking about this place like it's only temporary and it isn't where he's going to spend the rest of eternity. But he can't help it when he finishes with, "— home."

Oof. Keep going, Harrington. Keep going, forget that thought.

"Big spiky ball on a chain. Could be fun. That or a gun that never runs out of bullets."