The man, a middle-aged human with what appears to be a blazer so out of the 70's that it seems to be trying to resurrect disco with our without the man it's attached to, is definitely being about as jostled as her, but he seems to be trying to weather it.
[Physical Instrument: THESE NAMBY PAMBIES ARE NOT GOING TO STOP YOU. YOU ARE A ROCK. A BOULDER. NOTHING ON EARTH CAN MAKE YOU FALL.]
[Pain Threshold: You got this. Although, honestly, the pulled muscles are probably not going to be worth it.]
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The man, a middle-aged human with what appears to be a blazer so out of the 70's that it seems to be trying to resurrect disco with our without the man it's attached to, is definitely being about as jostled as her, but he seems to be trying to weather it.
[Physical Instrument: THESE NAMBY PAMBIES ARE NOT GOING TO STOP YOU. YOU ARE A ROCK. A BOULDER. NOTHING ON EARTH CAN MAKE YOU FALL.]
[Pain Threshold: You got this. Although, honestly, the pulled muscles are probably not going to be worth it.]
"Why are they calling us witches?"