[That's a weird enough question that it slows Michael's roll a little bit. He's not quite so worked up, anyway, after spending the last several hours calmly hanging out with Unconscious Tim.]
Just me, as far as I know. And you tried to kill my Furby with a rock.
[He drops down into a crouch, remembering enough of the whole situation to set his knife and wood down on the ground. We're not a stabbing place right now.]
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Just me, as far as I know. And you tried to kill my Furby with a rock.
[He drops down into a crouch, remembering enough of the whole situation to set his knife and wood down on the ground. We're not a stabbing place right now.]
But he's fine. What's the deal, here?