[ True to his obnoxious taunting, when Henry tries to poke his shoulder, instead of meeting with the fabric of his shirt, he's met with...space. More and more space that never seems to end, as though he is suddenly moving at a speed too slow to perceive. ]
See? Just like that! How will the zombies get me if they can't even bite me?
[ Honestly, he could probably do this job by himself, maybe would prefer to, but it is what it is. He's not about to run off with the cure and try.
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See? Just like that! How will the zombies get me if they can't even bite me?
[ Honestly, he could probably do this job by himself, maybe would prefer to, but it is what it is. He's not about to run off with the cure and try.
Probably.