[Spoken a bit rudely around his mouthful. Far be it from Ichimatsu to express his gratitude and slight relief at a display of generosity.]
[Cramming another piece of jerky between his teeth, Ichimatsu selects a jar of what looks like orange preserves. He retrieves his own knife from his pocket and wedges the tip beneath the lip of lid, prying it open with a soft pop of air.]
Are you satisfied with just that one, though? Look at all your arms. It would make more sense to have a knife for each one.
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[Spoken a bit rudely around his mouthful. Far be it from Ichimatsu to express his gratitude and slight relief at a display of generosity.]
[Cramming another piece of jerky between his teeth, Ichimatsu selects a jar of what looks like orange preserves. He retrieves his own knife from his pocket and wedges the tip beneath the lip of lid, prying it open with a soft pop of air.]
Are you satisfied with just that one, though? Look at all your arms. It would make more sense to have a knife for each one.
[You'd be super badass.]