[He looks entirely like he's gonna puke again, but he swallows and looks over at where the lady at the counter vanished, with genuine panic and guilt. As to be expected at this rate, but at least it's not guilt over something really intense, right? It's barfed nachos.]
I'm sssso, so, sorry, Miss Publady! I'll clean it up — I'll — I'll get a mop! D'you got a mop?
[His stomach churns again as he tries to untangle his legs from his chair, staying about as green as he started.
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[He looks entirely like he's gonna puke again, but he swallows and looks over at where the lady at the counter vanished, with genuine panic and guilt. As to be expected at this rate, but at least it's not guilt over something really intense, right? It's barfed nachos.]
I'm sssso, so, sorry, Miss Publady! I'll clean it up — I'll — I'll get a mop! D'you got a mop?
[His stomach churns again as he tries to untangle his legs from his chair, staying about as green as he started.
Not Gamora green, but you know what how it is.]