[He looks down, and there is literally a hunk of demon flesh hanging off of a part of the heel.] Or they are. [He swings his legs back over and off of the table. You can't say he's not a barely-gentleman. Maybe.] Guess I still have some Leviathan guts on them.
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[He looks down, and there is literally a hunk of demon flesh hanging off of a part of the heel.] Or they are. [He swings his legs back over and off of the table. You can't say he's not a barely-gentleman. Maybe.] Guess I still have some Leviathan guts on them.