"I don't understand, it all seems pretty comfortable to me", I say sitting on top of the bloodstained rock.
"Explain to me this 'ribs crunching' sensation," I kindly ask. "What do you mean it's different to be under the rock?"
I don't understand why they won't help me understand.
I didn't really hear what they said in reply. Anyway. How about that weather we've been having.