Envy wonders if he should try to make a run for it. Ralph's legs are pretty short. Maybe Envy could squeeze underneath the side of the little tent before he could be caught.

"You have?"

The casual grin is still plastered on his face.

IT'S TOO LATE TO RUN. HE'S GOING TO GET BENT INTO A PRETZEL. HE'S GONNA GET WRECKED.