"It's getting social cues from Matt Groening's stuff?" Dick said faintly. "God help us." Louder, he added, "You should also know that people don't repair easily, if you cut something off it doesn't come back, and anything with music and a soundtrack probably isn't good to base ANY social cues off of."
He couldn't think of how many times Bart Simpson had been impaled, hacked apart, or died.
God save them.
He reached around and grabbed a sandwich out of Kisame's bag, chomping down onto it. If the sandwich was the only thing he could take anxiety out on at the moment, then it didn't stand a chance. He shifted so his leg was touching Duo's--contact was good--and kept chomping.
He tried not to think about the fact that, now that they weren't doing anything, his body was really starting to hurt.