[ Wolfwood raises his hands briefly in apology -- damn, somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed, huh? ]
Sorry, pal. [ He nods in the direction of the windows on the other side of the room, and he would already be heading in that direction if his fucking leg weren't broken. Fuck. He's gonna need crutches, what can he use for crutches? Broom handle? ] But I think our worm friend's back.
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Sorry, pal. [ He nods in the direction of the windows on the other side of the room, and he would already be heading in that direction if his fucking leg weren't broken. Fuck. He's gonna need crutches, what can he use for crutches? Broom handle? ] But I think our worm friend's back.