[Slowly, the trio of antennae on his helmet start to fall backward until they lay flat against the metal, and he ends up hunching a bit over the grave he's started to clean the dirt and moss off of.]
You don't want someone like me as a husband. I ain't husband material. Be a bad choice, a real bad choice.
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[Slowly, the trio of antennae on his helmet start to fall backward until they lay flat against the metal, and he ends up hunching a bit over the grave he's started to clean the dirt and moss off of.]
You don't want someone like me as a husband. I ain't husband material.
Be a bad choice, a real bad choice.