Oof. [ He doesn't yelp. Phil's not a yelper, he's a grumbler and a complainer and a harrumpher, which are all things he considers doing as he feels the feathers between his shoulder blades shift out of place. That's not very fair to the other guy, though, so he just turns a bit to the side instead. He gives Ingo an inquiring look. ]
Are you sure? I'd hate for you to have to settle.
[ Even as he says that, he's growing all the more unsure. Yeah, no, this definitely didn't look like this before. Even his acute hunter vision is failing him. It's all just tropical Kool-Aid colors as far as the eye can see.
There isn't a part of this ship that isn't some kind of pain in the ass, huh? ]
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Are you sure? I'd hate for you to have to settle.
[ Even as he says that, he's growing all the more unsure. Yeah, no, this definitely didn't look like this before. Even his acute hunter vision is failing him. It's all just tropical Kool-Aid colors as far as the eye can see.
There isn't a part of this ship that isn't some kind of pain in the ass, huh? ]