[Again, Chipp shifts his stance, hooking his hatchet back onto his belt purely so he can cross his arms in thought. This really is just some poor kid who got turned against his will, huh...]
... Awright. Awright, fine - I'll letcha live... but on one condition.
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[Again, Chipp shifts his stance, hooking his hatchet back onto his belt purely so he can cross his arms in thought.
This really is just some poor kid who got turned against his will, huh...]
... Awright. Awright, fine -
I'll letcha live... but on one condition.