Almost casually, he reached out and seized Bonesaw’s hands, which gripped the drive. He raised her off of the ground, her feet kicking, and she grunted as his grip tightened.
I’ll be sad to see her exit the story, but she absolutely should die.
“The things I put up with,” Jack said, seemingly unconcerned. He whipped out his knife, slashing at the pseudo-Brian. There was no effect. “Hm.”
Can’t slash through darkness and light, pal.
Slashing through the actual Grue might work better. Maybe.
Grabbing a meat cleaver from the kitchen counter, he hacked at Bonesaw instead. It took three swings to sever her arms at the wrists.
“She’ll be fine, she can fix that with her mouth.”
She hit the ground running,
Didn’t make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb
her stumps jammed into her armpits. They disappeared over the counter of the dining hall, Jack helping Bonesaw up.
It does look like Bonesaw might get out of this alive, actually.
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