Simon, no, it's fine! [Hershel tries to say quietly but yeah if Calhoun was by some miracle drunk and fooled by his performance then now he was probably sure it was bullshit. Hershel couldn't say he was surprised but you know, things happened. If he died at least it was over mystery meatloaf and something that resembled stewed potatos.
He has to sit back a bit and laugh nervously- yeah, they were fucked. He runs a hand through his hair as he mutters.] Another fine mess, Hershel, let's hope Calhoun's at least amused by it.
[When he's done talking to himself like an idiot he waves to Simon.] Hurry, eat up. [Before Calhoun came and confiscated it.
Thank god this operation went so smoothly and nothing about it was pathetic and pointless.]
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He has to sit back a bit and laugh nervously- yeah, they were fucked. He runs a hand through his hair as he mutters.] Another fine mess, Hershel, let's hope Calhoun's at least amused by it.
[When he's done talking to himself like an idiot he waves to Simon.] Hurry, eat up. [Before Calhoun came and confiscated it.
Thank god this operation went so smoothly and nothing about it was pathetic and pointless.]