It's okay, Grif, he's not going to tell everybody you're secretly a fluffy marshmallow.
(Well, maybe if you piss him off.)
"Thanks." He snapped off a bite with alarming speed, and then flopped backwards onto his back, still chewing. Which was probably about as ill-advised as it came, if one wasn't looking to choke, but look. Three day space death arena.
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(Well, maybe if you piss him off.)
"Thanks." He snapped off a bite with alarming speed, and then flopped backwards onto his back, still chewing. Which was probably about as ill-advised as it came, if one wasn't looking to choke, but look. Three day space death arena.
He was tired.