(Yes, I am ignoring that number, it’s too horrible to think about.)
Yes, I am building a roof over each cavern at a more reasonable height to keep you from falling on my head while I mine.
No, that doesn’t mean I want you crawling down the ravine walls, slipping, and going “splut” over my head, then yelling “ouch” when you realize you’ve broken… well… all of you.
Stop making me come up there to put you out of your misery.
the woman that will kill you.