Pratt, who's now a vegetarian from all the cannibalism he was forced into, isn't exactly eager to break his meatless living with his own goddamn body parts. He clenches his teeth, resisting hard. Unfortunately, that means Ed doesn't get to hear the very witty and horny thing he would have said about what he'd rather put in his mouth.
Blood is spurting from his hand, there's a knife at this throat, and Ed is practically shoving Pratt down onto the ground with the other hand mashed against his face with that severed finger between them. But that leaves a hand free for Pratt who scrabbles at his utility belt before he collapses to the ground.
He snarls as his back hits the floor, shoving his bright red Smith & Wesson SW1911 into Ed's side. Too bad at some point he's going to have to breathe and then probably choke on his own blood and finger. It's only because of Izzy that Pratt hasn't already put a bullet in Ed's gut at this point. He's ninety percent sure he'll get kicked off the crew for that.
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Blood is spurting from his hand, there's a knife at this throat, and Ed is practically shoving Pratt down onto the ground with the other hand mashed against his face with that severed finger between them. But that leaves a hand free for Pratt who scrabbles at his utility belt before he collapses to the ground.
He snarls as his back hits the floor, shoving his bright red Smith & Wesson SW1911 into Ed's side. Too bad at some point he's going to have to breathe and then probably choke on his own blood and finger. It's only because of Izzy that Pratt hasn't already put a bullet in Ed's gut at this point. He's ninety percent sure he'll get kicked off the crew for that.