[ Here he is, just coming to get a bowl of soup...when he overhears these mumblings of the young man beside him. Glitch can't help but just stare slack jawed for a moment since he doesn't know what to make of that. He was just about to slurp the soup like a drink, already prepped to drink straight from the bowl when he slowly lowers it.
What.
What. ]
Are you telling me this soup is poisoned? I don't need to be fucking poisoned today. That's the last thing I need.
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What.
What. ]
Are you telling me this soup is poisoned? I don't need to be fucking poisoned today. That's the last thing I need.