[ Itβs the arm of his fretting hand too, and Eddie would sooner cut off every other limb he owns than risk an ounce of damage to that hand. Still pinching Hickey's arm tightly, he hisses: ]
I will bite you, dude. I don't care how nasty you probably taste.
[ He looks gravely serious. Itβs the good old kindergarten approach: you do something I donβt like, Iβll bite you. ]
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I will bite you, dude. I don't care how nasty you probably taste.
[ He looks gravely serious. Itβs the good old kindergarten approach: you do something I donβt like, Iβll bite you. ]