[archer watches what crowley is doing, intrigued.] ...Goth arts and crafts? Hope you had your tetanus shots.

[he, predictably, does not have any idea what it is crowley is doing, instead opting to take a heavy swig of his drink.

(where did he even get that?)]

For the record, you wouldn't be able to kill me. [he says, with infuriating confidence. the thudding seems to have paused for a moment.] Think we gotta throw some potatoes out?