And now, the traditional first-of-Jaunt screaming

[failgoyle]

SO I'M A STONE GARGOYLE AND I'M OUT IN THE SUN AND THE WIND IS CARRYING ME AWAY AND THIS IS BAD REALLY BAD I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING OUT HERE AND MY HOUSE IS GONE AND THIS IS THE WORST!

[Someone might have noticed all this fuss.]

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[hazardlight]

Your... house.

[Yeah, that's what she got out of that.]

[failgoyle]

I HAD A BAG OF NAILS AND I'M NOT SURE HOW IT HAPPENED BUT TRADING WAS DONE AND THAT DOESN'T MATTER NOW THE HOUSE FELL OVER AND NOW I'M GONNA TURN TO STONE IN MIDAIR IF I DON'T FIND A SHADOWY SPOT AND WHY AM I STILL IN THE AIR, I JUST WANT TO LAND!

[hazardlight]

Ok like I don't know beans about flying but I'm gonna go ahead and guess that panicking is not conductive to a safe landing. Breathe, dude.

[failgoyle]

...oh, I'm not worried about the landing. I am excellent at falling.

BUT IT'S THE PRINCIPLE OF THE THING!

AND WHAT IF I LAND ON SOMEONE?

[hazardlight]

Jules did you just admit to panicking on principle.

[failgoyle]

HE WRECKED MY HOUSE AND IS KIDNAPPING ME!

WHAT'S WRONG WITH A LITTLE PANIC?!

[hazardlight]

Nothing, but if you can stop yelling long enough to rationally explain why you're not actually in danger and then start flailing again, I gotta wonder how much of that's genuine distress and how much is just, like, you just embracing your reputation as "the guy who panics."

[failgoyle]

Look, I have had a hell of a time of it today!

[He does not need this rational logic, thank you very much.]