[ Now, getting a glimpse of that wound, he is glad he hasn't eaten anything in a while. ] Bullshit, I'll get you there if I have to carry you there. Understand?
[ He flinches as a wide shot leaves pock-marks all over a nearby clump of masonry. There is a fire in his eyes and the grip on the bat is so tight that the leather creaks in his hands. ] No one else is dying on me.
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[ He flinches as a wide shot leaves pock-marks all over a nearby clump of masonry. There is a fire in his eyes and the grip on the bat is so tight that the leather creaks in his hands. ] No one else is dying on me.