[Well that's a phrase Greed's never heard before, and now he's going to be subconsciously concerned that people think that he's a kid. It doesn't help that he'd been stuck into the body of a teenager, so that's super. So far he hasn't been kicked out of the bar yet though, so maybe he's in the clear? Anyway. Torture time.]
You've gotta be shitting me. [he resists the urge to pull his hand back out of the box to inspect it, since doing that and then putting it back in would just result in more damage. He's already regretting the whole hand wiggle thing, he's not used to pain lasting more than a couple seconds so this is actually starting to suck kind of a lot. It's fine, it's fine, he'll just try shrugging it off and deflecting with humor or something.]
Damn, well, there go my days of drinking lighter fluid and eating matches.
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You've gotta be shitting me. [he resists the urge to pull his hand back out of the box to inspect it, since doing that and then putting it back in would just result in more damage. He's already regretting the whole hand wiggle thing, he's not used to pain lasting more than a couple seconds so this is actually starting to suck kind of a lot. It's fine, it's fine, he'll just try shrugging it off and deflecting with humor or something.]
Damn, well, there go my days of drinking lighter fluid and eating matches.