Richie's ears are burning red now, and it isn't just Jack Frost nibbling at the edges. He's properly ashamed and irrationally angered himself now. He wasn't trying to pry. It was all on the ground like some sadist's scrapbook spilled loose.]
I don't know, the Witch of the West? [No one else green enough to pass it off as. Richie's glanced back down again before he can help it, catching another glimpse of the purple man in a runaway piece. Hadn't Peter mentioned something there? A big purple kidnapping dick? Add mutilator to that list.] Look, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, but — Jesus, what is — that's your damn arm!
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Richie's ears are burning red now, and it isn't just Jack Frost nibbling at the edges. He's properly ashamed and irrationally angered himself now. He wasn't trying to pry. It was all on the ground like some sadist's scrapbook spilled loose.]
I don't know, the Witch of the West? [No one else green enough to pass it off as. Richie's glanced back down again before he can help it, catching another glimpse of the purple man in a runaway piece. Hadn't Peter mentioned something there? A big purple kidnapping dick? Add mutilator to that list.] Look, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, but — Jesus, what is — that's your damn arm!