P-Ziddy finds the neatest things. In this case it's a roller coaster in Britain that is so violent, supposedly some test dummies have come back from the ride with MISSING LIMBS.
Eek!
That led to the following exchange:
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Jeff: Yikes.
P-Ziddy: You weren't using that leg, were you?
Jeff: I'm not a roller coaster fan even when I'm relatively sure I'll survive the ride.
Jeff: This one?... yikes.
P-Ziddy: And yet some how, that does not shock me at all.
Jeff: Why do you mock me? I regularly spit in the face of death.
P-Ziddy: If driving across Tulsa gives you sweaty palms and the thought of 71st and Memorial gives you an anxiety attack, it stands to reason a roller coaster is bound to induce a coma
Jeff: Naw, I wouldn't stop screaming long enough to pass out.
P-Ziddy: Eventually you'll run out of oxygen.
Jeff: I played a low brass instrument for 10+ years. I can always get more oxygen.
P-Ziddy: Circular screaming?
Jeff: Ah. I see you finally understand.
P-Ziddy: I'm not sure there's enough therapy in the world to help with those night terrors
P-Ziddy: That's not to mention the day terrors
Jeff: Truly, I am forever haunted.
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