[ Sam's gaze follows Gustave's. Man, what an ugly fucker honestly. The creature, not Gustave. ]

Damn. Sounds like we both need better hobbies.

[ Sam's eyebrows go up in mock offense. ]

What, you don't like my fancy frisbee? Don't insult the size of a man's shield, dude, come on.

[ It's companionable, easy. As if they're not out here in the middle of a dangerous maze. ]

I swear I can do cool shit with it.