If I was a guard I'd rather be lazy than sorry.
Were I a guard, I would rather be lazy than suffer the severe mental trauma which a conversation with Burk inevitably entails.
He fell through the sky in a blanket with no name, felt good to be part of the rain....
on closer inspection the guy with one leg seems to have a mark resembling sunny's on his forehead... hrm...
thats burk logic for ya
That's a blood splat. :)