I bet you have. Nice to know your eyes work well enough to distinguish the differences when the thing is twenty times the size it should be.

[ Through grit teeth, why did he even stop the car when he saw it was him in trouble. Maybe to keep his cover, maybe because this place is worse than Korengal and so far makes Fuches look like a fucking angel instead of the grim reaper.

He's not gonna think too long and hard about it. ]

No.

[ Yeah, he's not even gonna express which part because the maggot wasn't happy and he really didn't want his only means of transportation totally fucked because they pissed off a giant larva.

The keys find the ignition and he peels out, burning some rubber in the process and for a little while he's just quiet. ]

Are you a fucking idiot?

[ Okay, maybe that wasn't cool, he'll just adjust his white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel as he looks for a destination that seems somewhat safe. Some kind of shelter, something they can work with if things get worse. ]

I mean, you had a gun in your hand. Why the hell would you try to talk down a blood-thirsty parasite? It's not gonna go an episode of Maury with you.