[Nope, don't worry about it because his hands choose just that moment to faze out of existence and he drops like a rock to the ground, landing in a big puff of dust and dirt.
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Only to pop up a minute later, shaking the hazy stumps of what should have been his hands until they start to reappear. Being dead is hard work.]
action;
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Only to pop up a minute later, shaking the hazy stumps of what should have been his hands until they start to reappear. Being dead is hard work.]