"Um. I dunno. I'm Ryan Reynolds, not some wise oracle." He rubs the back of his head, looking around at the aggressive mist and the lazy but dangerous undead.

"What did I say? Well, she's my lover, so we shared some intimate pillow talk." Among other things. "I dunno man, have a deep heart to heart. Compliment her bedazzling. Treat her like a lady. I'll try to give you some privacy and buy you some time."

And with that, he bounds away, baby arm flopping, wielding his former arm and shouting vaguely pirate things with many emphases on the ARRRRRS.