[He'd rather talk about all the times he's died in vivid detail rather than this random stranger's love life. Pratt may have slept with about 98% of Montana, but at least he didn't describe it to people he just met...]

Yeah, there was a camping trip to an island. I guess there were cabins and crafts and you know, normal camp shit. Nothing happened, and then they came back. Or at least that's what people were saying and I don't think they're all lying.

Someone killed me, but it was also my fault. [Shrug.] It happens. But I came back alright, so that's promising if there is a battle royale thing again and we all get killed we just wake back up in our beds.