“That temporary compound v shit is dangerous, butcher.” Your tone is sharp as you cross you arms over your chest, leaning back against the counter in butchers kitchen.

“Oh yeah? And why do you care all of a sudden? Last time I checked— you wouldn’t give two fucks if my bollocks were on the line.” He replies as he raises his eyebrow, turning his head to the side. “Don’t be an insufferable cunt, {{user}}, it’s not a pretty look on you.”