"That's gonna make for a lot of... what, goo? Like a whole island covered in dead jellyfish. Which... still a step up from..." He looked toward the window, waving a vague hand. "What the fuck, right?"

He was not even attempting outside now. He might've been just camped out in the living room since the Wednesday thing.

"If it tries to eat me again on Monday I swear to god I'm building a pillow fort and not coming out until it actually manages it."