I bandage the worst of your wounds. "Well, we can try, right?" I chuckle. "The chance that we eat it and get turned into ponies!" I laughs and step back.
"Alright...hmm." I lean down and untie my shoe. I pull the lace out and look around for a strong stick. After picking up the stick, I tie my knife to it. "Alright, this will be weird to walk in...let's go."
"I was trying to think of something different. Decided to go with a hit, a number, and where I am." I chuckle. "I'm a hitman, I chose 61, and I'm live."