He smirks at that, his cold demeanor disappearing. He raised his left hand, the prosthetic one, and rotated it a few times.
"Well, I don't think you'd find the experience pleasant regardless. I can't do anything about your ribs though, I'm afraid."
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Yeah... I can see... [b]His Scouter floats toward him and scans him[/b] [i]Three Ribs fractured Broken Arm Concussion Medical Treatment needed[/i] Yeah thanks, bud. I can feel them all thank you.