[This dude's really not taking the fucking hint, is he? Wade manages to stop himself from rolling his eyes so hard that they pop out of his skull, but it takes a colossal amount of effort. He tears another chunk off of his meal, chewing slowly and deliberately to delay answering Finley's question as long as possible. Finally, he swallows.]
She is off the menu. Make a move to touch her an' I'm gonna be makin' filet mignon outta yer fuckin' ballsack, champ.
[Spoken in as casual a tone as if he were commenting about the weather.]
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She is off the menu. Make a move to touch her an' I'm gonna be makin' filet mignon outta yer fuckin' ballsack, champ.
[Spoken in as casual a tone as if he were commenting about the weather.]