Man, I will never agree that I'm a man of jump-scares pr affect. And I know I'm wading that up in context, but, It's just like moments, ...and it's a dark windy western night, and off by the campfire there's a troubling wind, and flickers fucking with the fire, and then there's a guy flicking water from his fingers at the fire as some sort of equivalent of a bead on you. Which is fine, but you have to let me and fill me in when you get a bite, it's only fair.