Wonder of wonders, his detached arm hits the floor without cracking--not much pain at all, good deal. The dazzle is dying down in his bizarre magical glass eyes, but unfortunately he's still not sure where they went. Until they're back where they belong, he's going to stand completely still.
"...of course that's how they work, I'm a skeleton!" Zero sympathy for Faust. The world's worst doctor over there brought this upon himself, none of it is Héctor's fault. Have your stupid panic attack, he doesn't care.
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Wonder of wonders, his detached arm hits the floor without cracking--not much pain at all, good deal. The dazzle is dying down in his bizarre magical glass eyes, but unfortunately he's still not sure where they went. Until they're back where they belong, he's going to stand completely still.
"...of course that's how they work, I'm a skeleton!" Zero sympathy for Faust. The world's worst doctor over there brought this upon himself, none of it is Héctor's fault. Have your stupid panic attack, he doesn't care.