[Wade is slow to answer, as he's got to drag his carcass off the couch and hobble to the door. He looks terrible, skin more green, eyes sunken. It's not going great for him. Opening the door, Wade rests against the doorframe to catch his breath.]
Let's do this thing... what's the worst that can happen? You kill me? Ha! [The laugh makes him wince.]
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Let's do this thing... what's the worst that can happen? You kill me? Ha! [The laugh makes him wince.]