Wait.

[ He says, blinking, something very much like an idea appearing to occur to him, which makes this a truly rare and momentous occasion. ]

Yeah, hang on. Why do we have to climb? Why don't we just do that?

[ A short pause for reflection, another unusual circumstance. The blood continues to rise. ]

Do people float in blood, or what? I mean, we're kind of full of blood. So we should weigh the same as blood, right?