[ That poor cheap table. It's been abused regularly by Carl himself, and now this asshole. Carl slips his hands into his pockets, as if he's trying to be casual as Negan.
Of course, he's discreetly checking if he's got a knife he forgot to take out of his pockets. But no such luck. His unimpressed stare never changes. ]
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Of course, he's discreetly checking if he's got a knife he forgot to take out of his pockets. But no such luck. His unimpressed stare never changes. ]
There's a MacDonalds a block down. Have at it.