[Who knew nicotine made you grow?? Remember this, 1970s kids.]
Here's hopin'. [He snorts.] I'll make you some new legs, if we gotta.
[Meaning: We can cut them off. Assuming necrosis sets in or the venom travels up Spy's heart. Engie glances up and grins. He's kidding. Probably.
He takes the knife about as well as he can still holding onto Spy's legs with a nod. Luckily, it's easy enough to leave notches in the crystal jutting out next to them.]
This place's definitely alien. Can't say for sure what qualifies as shelter or food out here yet.
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Here's hopin'. [He snorts.] I'll make you some new legs, if we gotta.
[Meaning: We can cut them off. Assuming necrosis sets in or the venom travels up Spy's heart. Engie glances up and grins. He's kidding. Probably.
He takes the knife about as well as he can still holding onto Spy's legs with a nod. Luckily, it's easy enough to leave notches in the crystal jutting out next to them.]
This place's definitely alien. Can't say for sure what qualifies as shelter or food out here yet.
[Spy's rotting legs, maybe. Engie keeps walking.]
So. Mission from the Administrator, huh?