I’m on that OceanGate, aphotic zone, deep-seaweed shit. I’m under so many atmospheres of pressure I’d be spittin’ bars for years if I hadn’t imploded like a supernova 'cause I spent all the safety equipment dollars on aforementioned substances.

Have an introversion implosion, lose communications, and settle irretrievably onto the nearest couch or seabed

“Bro, yea i brought the dab rig onto the submarine! I’m going to do the biggest rip as soon as we get really deep. What do you mean the blowtorch could affect the structural integrity?”

cronch

I go into gamer mode