[ It is impossible to tell if he's joking, and Prompto is about as gullible as they come. He swallows thickly, running his fingers over his skin as if checking to make sure he has no rotting flesh about to fall off his bones. ]

D-d-do I?! Wh-what about my eyes? Bloodshot? I-I don't wanna eat anyone's brains, b-but maybe that doesn't set in until later!

[ NOW HE'S DONE IT. ]