[That would've prompted novice Keith to drop his blade, but not shitlord Keith.]
Who cares about the porcupine?! [Or whatever it is.] We're never gonna find it-!
[Keith lost all hope when Crowley stepped in dog shit and acted like his boots were Louis Vuitton. As if to dislodge his twisty arm from Crowley's grip, he'll bring a leg up and slam the muddy underside of his own boot(thing) against the perfectly white material of the vampire's thigh.]
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Who cares about the porcupine?! [Or whatever it is.] We're never gonna find it-!
[Keith lost all hope when Crowley stepped in dog shit and acted like his boots were Louis Vuitton. As if to dislodge his twisty arm from Crowley's grip, he'll bring a leg up and slam the muddy underside of his own boot(thing) against the perfectly white material of the vampire's thigh.]