His hearing must be going. His hearing's going, right?
"Nah, man," he says, keeping his gun trained on the plant, "she looks bony as fuck to me. Plus she's all hot 'n sweaty, 'n that's gotta muck up the taste. I wouldn't eat her."
He throws his best really not the time for heroics glare at Dinah in-between sentences.
"Tell you what: you let us go, and we promise to direct the next fat fuck we see to your little hidey-hole."
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His hearing must be going. His hearing's going, right?
"Nah, man," he says, keeping his gun trained on the plant, "she looks bony as fuck to me. Plus she's all hot 'n sweaty, 'n that's gotta muck up the taste. I wouldn't eat her."
He throws his best really not the time for heroics glare at Dinah in-between sentences.
"Tell you what: you let us go, and we promise to direct the next fat fuck we see to your little hidey-hole."