Well... within the last twelve hours, I was attacked by a pissed off bird, had an entire nest dropped on my head, sliced my hand open on a dagger, got caught in a snare trap, ate shit getting freed from said trap, and then got stabbed by Rosie's magic thorns trying to stop her from ending it all.
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Maybe we can start with physically.
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. . . I think that's it.
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[ she pats his shoulder ]
Maybe you could use a drink after all.
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... nah. I wanna keep my wits about me tonight.
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