Last Man Standing
Sabertooth shot Mystical Chubby with a withering look.
"Look, Sabertooth, it wasn't on me, okay? Who could've guessed they'd send reinforcements not once but twice?" Mystical Chubby's face was the picture of innocence wronged.
"And what about me? If the boss hadn't stepped in, I'd be a goner by now!"
"Oh, cut the drama. It'd be a real chore for anyone trying to off you," Carbonemys chimed in, rolling his eyes.
"Listen here, Carbonemys, I was up against two martial knights, no less; they were no greenhorns. If I didn't care about leaving you a lot behind, I'd have been toast," Mystical Chubby retorted, sticking out his lower lip.
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