"Pick me, boss!" Harold exclaimed, and I flinched back in surprise.
"What has gotten up your ass all of a sudden?!" I asked Harold, and his eyes sparkled and he suddenly spun and did a pirouette.
"I don't know what that means, but it is my dream to be blown to smithereens! I wish to know the feeling of being rebuilt from the ground up! Melt me! Blast me! Give it to me! I want to experience every form of destruction in its fullest form, only to rise from the ashes!" Harold declared with a dance, and I suddenly felt like leaving him in the mess hall had been a bad idea, but it worked out in my favor. Not like anyone was jumping up to challenge him for the position of crash test golem.
I couldn't help but chuckle at Harold's enthusiastic response. "Well, Harold, your dedication is admirable. Just remember, this is for testing purposes, and I'll make sure you're back in one piece afterward."
