[Needless to say, Garry jerks his hand away as fast as is humanly possible, holding both his hands up with a look of revulsion so fierce that it's probably just adding to the weird masochism boner that he's had the misfortune to be privy to.]
[What is he even supposed to say to all of this?]
Oh my god.
[...That, apparently.]
[Twisting on his heel, hands still held up, Garry just...]
I'm leaving!
[Yeah, that. He feels as if his soul has been dipped in black tar now, and he has a feeling all the hot water and soap in the world isn't going to make his hand feel clean. He can't even use an unfair move to hurt this guy, just-]
8/DONE I THINK
[What is he even supposed to say to all of this?]
Oh my god.
[...That, apparently.]
[Twisting on his heel, hands still held up, Garry just...]
I'm leaving!
[Yeah, that. He feels as if his soul has been dipped in black tar now, and he has a feeling all the hot water and soap in the world isn't going to make his hand feel clean. He can't even use an unfair move to hurt this guy, just-]
[Ugh.]