Stress relief? He can’t die, I can’t—- I’m very hard to kill. It works out for both of us… until he shot me in the crotch today.
*She screams in laughter, unable to hold it back.* I’m sorry but that’s hilarious.
He was laughing too… to be fair I did cut off his arm, I suppose that made us even. But to add insult to injury, I was in my bat form, and having my… my boys blown out caused me to lose my bearings and I slammed into a wall before spiraling to the ground.
Not my proudest moment.
*She snorted and busted up laughing again* I would have paid to see that.
*He grumbles incoherently.* They still hurt. I can’t sit without great discomfort.