Wh-- Oh, Marshall. [it's kind of funny in a way but only if he doesn't think about it too much, and he tries not to. He'd prefer to look at Namur rather than them. Those dead eyes. Those...waiting. Watching. Calling his name. It's almost irresistible.
But they are there and Namur is here with his big dumb blue face and sharp teeth and mad dance skills and Thatch clings to his hereness as hard as he can.]
Never in a million years, you big lug. [he stares a bit too hard into Namur's face] What say you and I get a drink or several?
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But they are there and Namur is here with his big dumb blue face and sharp teeth and mad dance skills and Thatch clings to his hereness as hard as he can.]
Never in a million years, you big lug. [he stares a bit too hard into Namur's face] What say you and I get a drink or several?