Whether because the space down here was tight that there wasn't enough space to breathe in the air; felt like it choked his lungs while its pungent stuffy smell shoved deep into his throat; had no other options regardless, such air he had to breathe in and deep… otherwise, how would he express himself out of an obscene scene? Well, with a brief gasp that was soon followed by hyperventilating breaths… the stimulus? Back to the pungent smell that overrode the lack of fresh air down here, that of thick smell of something metallic yet somehow nauseating,
"Now I get it why you'd call it nasty sorcery. It is one hell of nasty sorcery aight…"
