[Some pertinent facts are starting to sink in. Like that this guy is a size of a refrigerator, and, more importantly, he might have some idea what the hell is going on here. He might be slightly less alone than he thought. His eyes are stuck to the horns.
Blake's hand goes to his hat, but he can't bring himself to take it off.]
Got...shit on my head. [He holds up the rasp briefly.] Gonna get rid of it.
[While he's not thrilled with this asshole, what he is is a lead. Blake can't let go of that. It's a real question, not a threat, when he says,]
You wanna fight or you wanna tell me what's going on?
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Blake's hand goes to his hat, but he can't bring himself to take it off.]
Got...shit on my head. [He holds up the rasp briefly.] Gonna get rid of it.
[While he's not thrilled with this asshole, what he is is a lead. Blake can't let go of that. It's a real question, not a threat, when he says,]
You wanna fight or you wanna tell me what's going on?