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(OCC: God mod. I shot you in the leg, hereby not killing you. You shot me in the forehead. Now, I've set myself up as one of the best marksmen. Your shooting with an injured leg, near dead, and in 12 degree weather. Now the shot never happened. But I'll help you.)
James sighed and went over to the injured man. "Meh Im in a good mood," James said as he grabbed the man and dragged him to the house. He put him on a couch, put some gauze around his injured leg, and then said,"Shut up, dont bother anybody, and you won't wake up in hell." James went back into the kitchen and grabbed some coffee.
James sighed and went over to the injured man. "Meh Im in a good mood," James said as he grabbed the man and dragged him to the house. He put him on a couch, put some gauze around his injured leg, and then said,"Shut up, dont bother anybody, and you won't wake up in hell." James went back into the kitchen and grabbed some coffee.