[Usually, ignoring Negan is a really bad idea. But this time it comes in hand with the whole getting fed thing sooooo he'll tolerate it. For now. He stops clapping, of course, and keeps his spot, legs spread like he's king of this particular kitchen. As soon as things start sizzling, though, Carl may hear an unnerving sound. Like spinning a bat idly around on the floor. Because that's exactly what Negan ends up doing, just like it's no big deal. Just keeping his hands busy. No threat here nope. Tommy was wise.]
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