I feel like you're really throwin' stones from glass houses, bein' the person who's trying to rob me after acting like a sex worker and then talkin' about how uncute you are as --
Can we just get to the part where you threaten me like all the other creeps and then I tase you and call the cops? I came here for fifty dollars, not a psychoanalysis.
there's another wince but his reaction really doesn't seem appropriate to the level of damage - - it's like he stepped on a lego and didn't just get stabbed in the gut - - and breathlessly he laughs. ]
the stab to his lung has him wheezing out a breath, finally hunching over some - - but, his first stab wound is already starting to heal, sealing itself up. ]
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What, self-defense?
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I'm not gonna threaten you.
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[ why do you want them to feel bad donte??? ]
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So what if I am? What are you gonna do?
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[ he opens his arms wide for that as if welcoming in -- charged, stumbling back on his feet a few steps but
the taser doesn't seem to have an effect even as it sparks loudly against his skin. he jokes: ]
Gotta be careful when you rub your feet on the carpet too much, y'know.
[ still -- he isn't moving to fight back. ]
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[ they pivot though, stepping forward and pulling out a knife with their other hand to try and stab him in between the ribs. ]
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[ there's a wince as the blade stabs through and he drops his hand to grab their wrist - - but it's oddly gentle. ]
-- you gotta be careful running with that thing!
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Don't fuck with me!
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You wanna give that another shot?
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[ anyways they're aiming for his gut this time ]
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there's another wince but his reaction really doesn't seem appropriate to the level of damage - - it's like he stepped on a lego and didn't just get stabbed in the gut - - and breathlessly he laughs. ]
What are you... A sadist?
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[ goddamn why are you so poor but so jacked up. rich kids want to know
going for his chest, aiming for a lung this time. ]
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the stab to his lung has him wheezing out a breath, finally hunching over some - - but, his first stab wound is already starting to heal, sealing itself up. ]
Guess...
We're not a bad match.
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[ they hesitate this time, though, and opt to just slam the hilt into the side of his head instead. ]
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[ ow :(
he holds his head up to the side of his skull, blinking ]
Hey, hey, just not the face!
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Do you think this is a game?
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