The look of abject horror on Gerry's face is indicative of the tirade he very nearly goes off on just before seeing that cheeky little expression and fizzling. "Christ, don't scare me like that. Haven't I been through enough?"

Frankly, even without the monstrous details, Gerry can't help but think it sounds a hell of a lot like one of his little expeditions. Wading through London's stinking underbelly in search of Journal of a Plague Year or taking long bus rides through the countryside trying to make contact with some Lonely avatar that didn't want to be found or trekking out into the woods after some Hunt relic his mum wanted.

"I typically don't unless I have to, but it's fine. There's worse things."