[Ellen hisses. That hurts like a bitch. And this next is really going to hurt. She pulls the towel away and places it under her arm, holding the arm at an angle.
Then, she pours the moonshine over.]
GOD DAMN.
[She doesn't even bother to hold that in, because damn that hurts.]
Warp it up. We'll worry about stitches later. You hear from the boys?
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Then, she pours the moonshine over.]
GOD DAMN.
[She doesn't even bother to hold that in, because damn that hurts.]
Warp it up. We'll worry about stitches later. You hear from the boys?