"Well of course breathers don't find it funny when they die, but I DO." He exclaims, frustrated at Taura's inability to understand humor. But he goes with a sigh, making invisible check marks in the air;

"Fine. People do not like either being killed or make-out parties. Christ, you'd think this hellboat would be one big orgy but 'noooo, BJ, there are rules."

He huffs and drags himself up out of the chair, looking over the dyes being placed in his arms.

"Got any hairspray?"