#rest in pieces king kong you tiny murderous fucker

[the-insouciant-scientist]

To caoimhe; how many chickens could you take on in a fight before you're overwhelmed?

Caoimhe gets a bizarre look on her face. "D'you mean physically overwhelmed, or... uh... emotionally? No, okay, you probably mean physically." She says tentatively. "Hm." She turns away just slightly, eyes flickering over the ground as she takes a few steps in a loose half-circle. The toes of her boots sweep arcs into the dirt, as if pantomiming this theoretical fight. Every few seconds she tallies something up on her fingers, and eventually she turns back to you. "At least a dozen hens, depending on how angry they are, or three roosters." A slight gesture to her calf, although hidden behind leather and canvas. "That one isn't theoretical. Might be more nowadays, but I'm not keen to find out. Got enough scars from those bastards already."