You didn't shut him down. Your fat fist didn't meet its target. Instead, it pulled you down with it.
Physique
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You didn't shut him down. Your fat fist didn't meet its target. Instead, it pulled you down with it.
That's one way of saying that the nerve damage is quite severe. The only way you'll be able to change your face now is with your fingers...
What a shame. Get to it now. Rip that body down from the tree.
You hear that, Sally? They're laughing at you. Are you gonna let it stand? Are you, Sally? Or are you gonna CRY LIKE A BEAST?! Like a BEAAAST!
Take his gun and show him how to use it.
The prybar in your hand is itching for some action.
Suddenly your biceps coil up. Your elbow is sharp and cocked for a punch.
Just pull his rotting head off. The meat's cooked anyway, give the boot another yank and it's done.
OH MY GOD, that was so many types of wrong -- who taught four-eyes to shoot?! Whip up a gruelling training regiment for him RIGHT NOW. Beat THE MAN into him, go go go!
To the gates! Let's fight, I say!
Your fist clenches suddenly.
There's no question. There's only CUTTING. How hard can it be?
WHAT IS HAPPENING TO YOU?!?! Are you going to CRY now, son?
It's too much! You can feel your vertebrae starting to crack, your muscles groaning...
No need to dilly-dally. She's tough.