[He doesn't offer his arm, instead tilting his head slowly to the side. Okay, but why does she want it? After all, she has a machete, and just because he can reattach his limbs doesn't mean he likes losing them in the first place.]
[Behind him, the pitchfork shifts into a defensive stance, ready to step in if she Tries Anything (and possibly still a bit nettled at having been described as scrawny).]
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[He doesn't offer his arm, instead tilting his head slowly to the side. Okay, but why does she want it? After all, she has a machete, and just because he can reattach his limbs doesn't mean he likes losing them in the first place.]
[Behind him, the pitchfork shifts into a defensive stance, ready to step in if she Tries Anything (and possibly still a bit nettled at having been described as scrawny).]