[Liam snarls at the girl as she just keeps talking, claws scrabbling uselessly against the ground.]
Will you stop--whoa, whoa, what--!
[Before he can yell at her again, he has to scramble to wrap his arms around what seems to be a very large vine and hang on for dear life as it shoots into the air and out of the rubble.
He finds the next series of bad puns doesn't bother him nearly as much when he's not about to be crushed. Panting, he turns to look at his rescuer.]
Thanks. [A coil of suspicion tugs at him, and he adds--] You're not just going to kill me yourself, are you?
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Will you stop--whoa, whoa, what--!
[Before he can yell at her again, he has to scramble to wrap his arms around what seems to be a very large vine and hang on for dear life as it shoots into the air and out of the rubble.
He finds the next series of bad puns doesn't bother him nearly as much when he's not about to be crushed. Panting, he turns to look at his rescuer.]
Thanks. [A coil of suspicion tugs at him, and he adds--] You're not just going to kill me yourself, are you?