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you care enough to frame and accentuate it in a giant, startlingly red heart-crab or whatever you think that really is. not yet. maybe i should make him acquire that knowledge and send him to catch us a crab dinner just to ruffle your feathers. because, matthias, you are wrong.

you're beginning to sound like someone i know, who is also very fond of his own face. it's not flattering either. jesper's opinion is credible enough when it comes to shooting anything. then you wouldn't know. they use arrows.

it's not even distracting me in an unflattering way either. it's just there, i'm forced to see it, and i don't like it. i think jesper would disagree with that theory. and so would the crab hunters. are you sure you've never heard of them?

i would hardly call it a basic shape if your face is poking out from it. it's distracting, matthias, and not in a flattering way. an expert, i see. just because you haven't done it, doesn't mean it isn't common practice somewhere. don't you know the crab hunters of krabbenvoeder?

i have a heart. it's black charred and lying wailing in the harbour, waiting to be pacified by a fat roll of kruge. i thought you were something like a fisherman in your earlier life, matthias? wouldn't you know?

my hats don't usually put an arrow through my face and— what even is that red thing? are you pretending to be a lobster? a crab?

my hats don't usually put an arrow through my face and— what even is that red thing? are you pretending to be a lobster? a crab?

necessary damage, if you remember. and i have no qualms about causing more if you don't take off that hat.

matthias . . . shut up. or i'll erase you too.

don't tell me i'm not myself when i'm hungry because i am NOT hungry. i'm murderous.

it's PISSING ME OFF, matthias.