.. WELP! Everything should actually be turned off, attack wise anyways. He would’ve died in his sleep if not, but the singing wasn’t to far anyways, so maybe it’ll be fine anyways!..
“Digging.. myself, a graveeee.. Digging.. myself, a graveeeee.. ..when the road.. gets tough ahead.. you can just dig yourself, a grave, climb in instead.. than go back to your comfortable bed..will you dig a grave, with me!..”
.. And well, there he was, singing to himself as he was sat in front of a workbench, he was working on the handgun he gave Mihal yesterday..
“Digging, myself.. a grave, won’t you dig a grave, with meeee..?.. -sigh-,.. Why am I still thinking about him? He’s just a human, a human Mother Miranda picked out of no where, so why?.. Ai ai ai..-“
He rubbed his head slightly, as he sat aside, the newly modified, gun. />
