Toki's hand had been stitched up and bandaged, and he turned it to and fro, trying not to flex it due to its pain.
Skwisgaar had remained with him, watching him the entire time, for reasons Toki couldn't fathom.
"Don'ts dink dat dis means anyt'ings, d'o; we's only needs you for tour, yous still stupids crybabies dildos what cant's play de guitars wort' shits."
Skwisgaar turned and strode out the door with a dismissive wave, without looking back.
Toki just stared at his hand numbly, trying to digest Skwisgaar's statement.
Maybe, with enough time, his heart would heal as well.
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See, this is what I meant. Perhaps I might take a brick off the pile and launch it at Skwisgaar's thick head until he can see what hurt he's causing! :looks around for something to play Whack-a-Swede:
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