[There's no amount of spinning or dancing around that will keep a determined soldier from a leaf crown. Not that Church doesn't try. In the minor scuffle, Church is nearly bowled over, and the headgear falls to the floor.
He regains his balance, now finally not dancing, and looks to the crown, and looks to Wash.]
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He regains his balance, now finally not dancing, and looks to the crown, and looks to Wash.]
What the fuck. Is your damage.