[ The man doesn't look like things are perfectly fine. However, Chuck understands the need to keep up appearances, and lets it go. ]
No, uh, I don't have any phobias.
[ Okay, that's a lie, and an obvious one at that. He has a lot of phobias. Starting with ghosts, ending with the Devil and everything in between, from werewolves to vampires to wendigos.
But butterflies? Well, he has no reason to be scared of butterflies. yet.
Chuck looks down at himself. He doesn't look any more disgruntled than he normally does and, as such, he's confused as to why the man who just blew up the kitchen thinks he is the one in need of help. ]
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No, uh, I don't have any phobias.
[ Okay, that's a lie, and an obvious one at that. He has a lot of phobias. Starting with ghosts, ending with the Devil and everything in between, from werewolves to vampires to wendigos.
But butterflies? Well, he has no reason to be scared of butterflies. yet.
Chuck looks down at himself. He doesn't look any more disgruntled than he normally does and, as such, he's confused as to why the man who just blew up the kitchen thinks he is the one in need of help. ]
Uh... no?
[ It's most definitely a question. ]