This Interlude Sponsored by Patch 1.55Iris [to herself]: Never did get to finish my sculpture. It's a conspiracy. I know it is. That was going to be my great work, my lasting legacy. And now look where I am. I'm wherever this is. Stupid river. Might have sharks in.
Iris: Sharks. Hang on. Why am I blue? And red? WHY HAVE I DIED FROM DEATH BY SHARK? Grim promised me! Promised me!
Iris: "Actually, mate, you're dying of old age. Shark deaths aren't arriving for at least another five days in the UK." Actually, mate, you're wrong. If you spent a little more time getting your facts right and a little less calling people who aren't your friends 'mate', we might not be in this situation!
Iris: No! Wait! It's all Grim's fault! He never actually promised me the urn was shark-proof! What if one got into the urn when the Grim wasn't looking? I hate him! I'll get you eaten by a shark, Grim, see how you like it!
Iris: I knew I was right about the sharks though.
Elixir Clerk: Please stop glaring in my store, you're scaring the customers. In fact, it might be better if you leave.
Iris: Fine, victimise me as well as everyone else.
Iris: Being right doesn't feel great though. It feels a lot like being dead.
Voice: Aha. There you are. You're late.
Iris: I'm dead. I can't be late again. Leave me alone.
Voice: Tell that to your great-great-grandmother.