Yeah, well. A lot of people don't take me for a lot of things.
[Saul pushes a hair through his hair, jerking his head toward the kitchen. Whatever; if it makes Stan feel better to mess with him, then Saul will let it go.]
You two need to eat. When's the last time either of you had any protein?
Have you even checked out the kitchen? People have been bringing back food left and right. I'm sure there's peanut butter somewhere.
[And because Saul knows for damn sure Stan won't take that as the invitation to investigate that it is, he stands, holds up a hand to indicate that Stan should stay, then disappears to the kitchen.]
Super strength & "rokushiki" training. I can jump absurdly high and kick things in half and do other things that I probably shouldn't be able to do. idk how superheroes deal with this shit
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