[The human doesn't have the good graces to laugh at that, which is a shame because it was a perfectly good pop culture reference. Instead he just levels the shotgun with clear intent. This has been happening for long enough on this stretch of beach that he's run out of patience for it. No more welcome wagon. No more gentle but pointed directions into the city. It's too much trouble to be dealing with. It's gun time.
A rock flies out of the middle distance and clocks him right in the jaw. The shotgun discharges, but in his surprise the human jerks the barrels up and so it fires harmlessly into the air above Merle's head.]
Ah, what the h--
[The smooth beach stones that litter the sand beneath their feet begin to rattle. Something very large is rapidly approaching from the same direction as the rock came from. It's maned, tusked, and wearing a tailored suit. WYD?]
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A rock flies out of the middle distance and clocks him right in the jaw. The shotgun discharges, but in his surprise the human jerks the barrels up and so it fires harmlessly into the air above Merle's head.]
Ah, what the h--
[The smooth beach stones that litter the sand beneath their feet begin to rattle. Something very large is rapidly approaching from the same direction as the rock came from. It's maned, tusked, and wearing a tailored suit. WYD?]