The last one, thank God. [ technically invoking himself. ] Not that I don't enjoy roughing it for days with you maniacs, but I'd kill for a cup of tea right now.

[ john is sitting nearby, looking as bored as he's felt for however long he's been here. a skeleton stands in front of the exit, which he always hopes will be a sufficient deterrent against any stupidity, but people have been disappointing him left and right in that area over the past few days.

he was absent from the raid despite being very aware of it. the weird boom that had preceded all hell breaking loose? necromancy. but nobody needs to know about that.

his clothes are also still covered in dirt and ant guts from his time in the anthill days ago because they're the only clothes he has, but he's doing his best to ignore that. ]

I imagine the clock will run all the way down for the sake of fairness, but it's just prolonging the inevitable at this point.