Handy, no matter the truth, I want to believe that's when you thief's like, "Yeah, I lay hands on berserker" and Jeff's thinking "WTF?"
What's great to me is that now that I know your voice and mannerisms, I know *exactly* how to read your posts - and every one is hilarious.
You know he was still thinking about the sandwich, though. It's going to be hard to take him seriously from now on. "Ghul, do you need a minute alone with the sandwich?"
Look, when the thief offers to heal you, you really have two choices. I'll roll either way. In Brooklyn, we're all ballers. Also in the tropical parts of Hyperborea.
Though, honestly, self-esteem-wise, it is good to know that that's not my expression about killing the grandparents who worked in the kitchen. I mean, I'm a reasonable guy--but I've done . . . questionable things.