Oh, what, dis? [He pokes at his face as Giles enters, turning to follow as he lets the door shut behind him. Man, there is way too much fuckin' hair on this face of his. Plenty on top of the head, but...
Ugh, focus. Look, the guy's just fuckin' standin' there, lookin' to put the spread down.]
Maaaaaaybe you're right. [Pickles sets his sights on that perfectly maintained hairline, picking up the satisfyingly heavy moonshine jug. Yeah. Yeah, this should do just fine.]
I guess I get too carried away, huh?
[Pickles lifts his arm and throws all of Sharky's weight into the downward swing, bringing the ceramic jug down with considerable force against that tender spot connecting Giles' skull to his spine.]
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Ugh, focus. Look, the guy's just fuckin' standin' there, lookin' to put the spread down.]
Maaaaaaybe you're right. [Pickles sets his sights on that perfectly maintained hairline, picking up the satisfyingly heavy moonshine jug. Yeah. Yeah, this should do just fine.]
I guess I get too carried away, huh?
[Pickles lifts his arm and throws all of Sharky's weight into the downward swing, bringing the ceramic jug down with considerable force against that tender spot connecting Giles' skull to his spine.]