[One thick, dark brow lifts up into his hairline and Guzma sighs. Oh boy, this might be a bit more difficult that he anticipated. At least he's a bit more gentle about it - this is clearly someone related to, or associated with, his tiny bug friend. Plus...bugs. He has a bit of a soft spot, let's be honest.]
Yeah, homie, ain't no one else 'round. [No one that can deadlift this huge, heavy piece of wood.] I need y'all's help lifting this.
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Yeah, homie, ain't no one else 'round. [No one that can deadlift this huge, heavy piece of wood.] I need y'all's help lifting this.