Hell, for all the sense splicers make, it could just be her pet name for him.
There's a bit of a scuffle and some dust falls from the ceiling above Sinclair; a ringing slap and a yowl of pain from the woman.
"Try a stunt like that," roars the man, "I'll take your other eye!" He chokes on his own angry voice and starts to cough, then spits onto the floor. The woman's wailing, it sounds like he's hurting her.
"Daddy, daddy, daddy," she begs. She doesn't actually sound any younger than him. "Don't take it, I need it."
"Cow, you don't shut up I'll pawn you off! I'll trade you in, how ya like that? Maybe I'll get that betty with all her own hair, how'd you like that, huh?"
"Ain't not such thing," complains the woman. "Issa wig if I've got teeth."
The guy's voice is flipping between anger and cruel amusement like a weathercock in a hurricane; right now it turns straight towards rage. "Open your fat mouth again and you won't have teeth!"
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Hell, for all the sense splicers make, it could just be her pet name for him.
There's a bit of a scuffle and some dust falls from the ceiling above Sinclair; a ringing slap and a yowl of pain from the woman.
"Try a stunt like that," roars the man, "I'll take your other eye!" He chokes on his own angry voice and starts to cough, then spits onto the floor. The woman's wailing, it sounds like he's hurting her.
"Daddy, daddy, daddy," she begs. She doesn't actually sound any younger than him. "Don't take it, I need it."
"Cow, you don't shut up I'll pawn you off! I'll trade you in, how ya like that? Maybe I'll get that betty with all her own hair, how'd you like that, huh?"
"Ain't not such thing," complains the woman. "Issa wig if I've got teeth."
The guy's voice is flipping between anger and cruel amusement like a weathercock in a hurricane; right now it turns straight towards rage. "Open your fat mouth again and you won't have teeth!"