[ He deflates, almost literally- his cheeks puff and he lets out a long, slow lungful of air while his tension drops, leaving him slumped over slightly and limp. ]
Not if I kill and eat you we can't.
[ Come on girl, give him something like a go on your tits, he's dying here. ]
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Not if I kill and eat you we can't.
[ Come on girl, give him something
like a go on your tits, he's dying here. ]