[Pickles doesn't recognize the snarl in his voice, but only because he doesn't recognize the voice he's using. The fury is very familiar.]
JUST -- [He brings the jug down again, swinging it as if Giles were a teeball that had personally insulted his mother,] GET OUTTA HERE!
[He brings it down once more, this time over the top of Giles' head, smashing the ceramic over his head and filling the room with the distinct, overwhelming smell of ethanol. His chest is heaving, his whole body primed for a fight because he has no idea what's going to happen next.
...What the fuck, was this guy drinking straight gasoline???]
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JUST -- [He brings the jug down again, swinging it as if Giles were a teeball that had personally insulted his mother,] GET OUTTA HERE!
[He brings it down once more, this time over the top of Giles' head, smashing the ceramic over his head and filling the room with the distinct, overwhelming smell of ethanol. His chest is heaving, his whole body primed for a fight because he has no idea what's going to happen next.
...What the fuck, was this guy drinking straight gasoline???]