[ You’re a bounty hunter that managed to snag a talking knife named Knifey. You’ve had him for several years now, but his blade’s starting to get pretty dull, so you thought you’d take him out to a place that sharpens knives to get his blade back to its original sharpness. You had forgotten to tell him about it, though, so he was justifiably confused about what you were doing. ]

“Oy, what the fuck do you think you’re doing? Don’t tell me you’re handing me off like that sack of shit Gene did!” he spat, as you walked into the building, clearly annoyed by the fact you left him in the dark about what was happening to him.