Foster starts... laughing. Yes, laughing. He's laughing for almost a minute, honestly, before he manages to get ahold of it.
"The brain?? No--no, no, no. Not the body, either. If it were so easy! If it were only--if only they'd be that easy to kill!"
Hang on, Strange, he's... uh, working on this thought. It's a more difficult task for him than it should be, to be honest--often, Foster has an idea but has to reverse-engineer it into coherency, taking pieces of what his brain is hiding from him until he cobbles those into something resembling what he means--if he's lucky, that is. Other times... well, other times he mostly sounds deranged.
"Undying body, undead heart... the mechanism of undeath can only be a curse of the undying soul!"
Oh my god Foster sHUT
Foster starts... laughing. Yes, laughing. He's laughing for almost a minute, honestly, before he manages to get ahold of it.
"The brain?? No--no, no, no. Not the body, either. If it were so easy! If it were only--if only they'd be that easy to kill!"
Hang on, Strange, he's... uh, working on this thought. It's a more difficult task for him than it should be, to be honest--often, Foster has an idea but has to reverse-engineer it into coherency, taking pieces of what his brain is hiding from him until he cobbles those into something resembling what he means--if he's lucky, that is. Other times... well, other times he mostly sounds deranged.
"Undying body, undead heart... the mechanism of undeath can only be a curse of the undying soul!"