He flinches away (in the very, very limited way he can) from the horrible scalpelmaster to his left, and yells at the top of his metaphorical lungs right back.
"You see! See! I knew he was going to start screaming about me! Mother of god, I'm so sick of you!" That last is obviously not directed at Miss Muffin. He begins to rock again, and ends up toppling backwards... not to the floor, thankfully. But now all he can see is the ceiling, which is actually an improvement over Bolsito the Butcher. Ceiling good, sharp objects pointed at his helpless skull bad.
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He flinches away (in the very, very limited way he can) from the horrible scalpelmaster to his left, and yells at the top of his metaphorical lungs right back.
"You see! See! I knew he was going to start screaming about me! Mother of god, I'm so sick of you!" That last is obviously not directed at Miss Muffin. He begins to rock again, and ends up toppling backwards... not to the floor, thankfully. But now all he can see is the ceiling, which is actually an improvement over Bolsito the Butcher. Ceiling good, sharp objects pointed at his helpless skull bad.
"Muffin! Get me out of here!"