[this was a bad idea, this was the worst idea in existence why did he do this why. stepping back, obviously! definitely not coming anywhere near those bear arms, and scowling—by the way, he has a white, plastic bag in hand, full of groceries. (the domesticated life of thorfinncat, tamed into not stabbing groceries as he buys them.)]
What—[injuries? ..right, he's been here for a while now.] Keh, I got rid of those long ago. [and he's not looking to get more.]
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What—[injuries? ..right, he's been here for a while now.] Keh, I got rid of those long ago. [and he's not looking to get more.]