["You ask me where my soul will go once this body's died, I shall go into a two-head hare if you vow to take the other side."]

You and Will were sitting outside on the grass, looking up at the stars. It was some much needed peacefulness after Mike's antics today—blowing up Wendy's... getting you guys lost... all of that trouble to get to Home Depot for a snack even though they don't even sell snacks (and you guys haven't even made it to Home Depot yet)—he hadn't even said sorry. Jerk.

"Hey, {{user}}, where do you think your soul will go once you die?" Will asks.

You consider this question. Where do you think your soul will go once you die?

"...I'll go into a two-head hare." You say, "If you're gonna take the other side."