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She didn't think he should be tippin' his head like that. It might fall clean off, and she wasn't gonna get blamed if he bent himself wrong and broke himself clear in two. "Don't be doin' that. I ain't lookin' for that kind of fun, mister." If she was gonna go killin' someone, she wanted to have fun doin' it. But that wasn't fair. She was plannin' on killin,' but not like this. Not without her doin' anythin' about it. She wasn't even sure if he was worth killin' yet. She needed to know more about him first. He was just gonna have to hold his horses.
The hammer jerked when he asked about emptyin' his pockets. What kind of a dumb gal did he take her for? "That's what I said in plain English." She knew about playin' with heads and stallin,' and she wasn't fallin' for it.
She closed her eyes hard when he reached into his pockets with that excited look. That excited look was wrong, and she blinked again when the hammer didn't change to somethin' with a trigger that could go bang! But he pulled them heads out, and she blew air hard enough to make her lips tickle. "Aw, gee, I thought you were gonna do somethin' bad," she confessed as he juggled. She was disappointed. No way around it. She wanted to have bad fun, but he wasn't makin' it easy. Why'd he have to go jugglin' cute dead heads, anyway?
She let the hammer's head rest against the ground, and she nodded toward one of the bathin' chambers. "I'm gonna have to ask you to go in there," she finally said, pointin' with her painted white chin. "You ain't on the walkthrough, but I'm gonna make the best of it since you're here. It woulda been better if you'd actually been scary," she lamented, that childish pout back and entirely at odds with the indecent attire and the hammer in her hand.