"You're not my daddy," she shrieks at him, completely oblivious to the eavesdropper. "Slugfucker, quit bossing me around, I'm---"
A sharp crack and she screams, and then there's a guttural noise, something meaty. "I told you!" crows the man. "I keep on telling you, betty, but you cain't ever listen!"
Some crashing around, and more dust falls on Sinclair's poor head.
"Tha's mine, tha's mine," says the woman in a voice that's stuttering out. "What'cha doing?"
"You weren't using them! You weren't using them! You're wasting them, I'm gonna fry them up real nice!" It… doesn't sound like negotiations have gone smoothly. "Time to trade you in, how d'you like that? Gonna get myself a nice brown-haired fox with all her own hair and both eyes."
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts." The words peter out into a low groan.
The man talks over her. "I'd let her shower in my camp, any day, little betty. You aren't invited there no more!"
Only one set of footsteps leaves. The guy's still laughing to himself, cackling things that'd make pub toilet graffiti look clean.
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A sharp crack and she screams, and then there's a guttural noise, something meaty. "I told you!" crows the man. "I keep on telling you, betty, but you cain't ever listen!"
Some crashing around, and more dust falls on Sinclair's poor head.
"Tha's mine, tha's mine," says the woman in a voice that's stuttering out. "What'cha doing?"
"You weren't using them! You weren't using them! You're wasting them, I'm gonna fry them up real nice!" It… doesn't sound like negotiations have gone smoothly. "Time to trade you in, how d'you like that? Gonna get myself a nice brown-haired fox with all her own hair and both eyes."
"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts." The words peter out into a low groan.
The man talks over her. "I'd let her shower in my camp, any day, little betty. You aren't invited there no more!"
Only one set of footsteps leaves. The guy's still laughing to himself, cackling things that'd make pub toilet graffiti look clean.