"OY! Would you just shut the HELL UP already, boy?! I mean, seriously: why waste your strength fucking well fighting me and my efforts to help you, when you fucking well NEED that energy to fight back against the damned Grim Reaper!"
"Now, you just sit back, and BE QUIET! Capiche?" He learned that last word from the mobster family Cadaverini— a name which LITERALLY translated to "Little Corpses" from the Italian, not that he had much time left to chat with this boy about his ... unique experience with the Cadaverinis, not when he was LITERALLY thisclose to tackling the lad straight back onto the damned "stretcher" to fell him... "Jesus Christmas, son, I ain't never had a patient fight me as much as you have!" he grumbles as he finally manages to make the boy lay flat upon the mother-fucking STRETCHER, so he can start probing the wound again for any projectile from this "bow-caster" that might still be in the bloody mess, and then, of course, to stuff the damned wound full of cotton wool, in order to stop up the bleeding!
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"Now, you just sit back, and BE QUIET! Capiche?" He learned that last word from the mobster family Cadaverini— a name which LITERALLY translated to "Little Corpses" from the Italian, not that he had much time left to chat with this boy about his ... unique experience with the Cadaverinis, not when he was LITERALLY thisclose to tackling the lad straight back onto the damned "stretcher" to fell him... "Jesus Christmas, son, I ain't never had a patient fight me as much as you have!" he grumbles as he finally manages to make the boy lay flat upon the mother-fucking STRETCHER, so he can start probing the wound again for any projectile from this "bow-caster" that might still be in the bloody mess, and then, of course, to stuff the damned wound full of cotton wool, in order to stop up the bleeding!