[A jack-knife? Oh shit, wait.. he swears he just saw a scratch on the blade there. And a chip off the end.... HEY.]
That knife's mine, bastard, give it back! [Of course he can't be completely certain but hey, if the idiot just got it he can't know anyway, and fuck he needs something to stab Spain with.]
That's mine!! [It comes out in a rush, and he looks shocked as he points at the screen, at which item it isn't clear. His expression quickly turns to worry.] Oh, please could I have it? I could trade you the boots or the gun I got... I don't need them. [In fact he accidentally shot himself with the gun, oops. At least it was just a graze.]
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That knife's mine, bastard, give it back! [Of course he can't be completely certain but hey, if the idiot just got it he can't know anyway, and fuck he needs something to stab Spain with.]
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Prove it's yours, and then tell me why I should. After all, it was delivered to me.
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Bring it over here and I can prove it, damnit!
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[Sam does not compute!]
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You shouldn't have been bad then.
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[... He thinks?]
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Dude, Santa isn't even real.
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That's mine!! [It comes out in a rush, and he looks shocked as he points at the screen, at which item it isn't clear. His expression quickly turns to worry.] Oh, please could I have it? I could trade you the boots or the gun I got... I don't need them. [In fact he accidentally shot himself with the gun, oops. At least it was just a graze.]
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[He's unaware it's HIS, he just... knows a gun will come in damned handy.]
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[...He's curious.] Hold it up.
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