(Jesus, guys, I'm fangirling over my own writing. I gave myself a nosebleed writing this bullshit...)<br/><br/>Sean, meanwhile, was blissfully unaware of the supposedly dead elf's luck. He leaned back in his chair, and folded his arms behind his head.<br/>"Ahhh..." he sighs contently, "It's good to be evil." He nods off to sleep.<br/>In the time between then and the time Sean would wake up, Blue would sleep as well, getting knocked out by inhaling such little oxygen. But he would wake up surprisingly alive. Just as luck had saved him before, it had saved him again. The giant snores, it appears. He must have swallowed the gulp of air that again preserved the elf's life.<br/><br/>The giant man stretched, and sat up in his wooden chair. You see, Sean says that bones don't go well through his system. Because of this, he coughs them up. On this occasion, however, he'll spit out a little more than just soggy bones. Blue would wake up to the walls of his prison contracting around him, pushing him upwards and back into Sean's mouth. As he's spit onto the table, the sudden light would blind him temporarily.