[Key-Fu's still in the process of pulling himself back together from getting yoinked the way he did—not literally, thankfully, but it's still Django doing most of the work getting him onto his bike. Once they're on the move again, Key-Fu briskly shakes his head, clearing out the cobwebs.]
Surely I had become one with the magician's tablecloth!
[... Yep, he's gonna pull through! Even if it's gonna hurt like the dickens tomorrow.]
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Surely I had become one with the magician's tablecloth!
[... Yep, he's gonna pull through! Even if it's gonna hurt like the dickens tomorrow.]