[ It's shouted breathlessly but not sarcastically. Nashua skids to a stop near one of the diner's empty tables, picks up a silver-backed napkin dispenser, and hurls it wide of one of the geese chasing after it. She doesn't want to hurt the animal, after all, just scare it away. But the napkin holder bounces loudly and ineffectually onto the floor and the goose, enraged by this disrespect, flaps its wings angrily and runs after her again.
Nashua ends up running through the tables in a figure eight pattern. Benny Hill, anyone?
Her voice thick with the effort churning in her lungs, she shouts to Karen. ]
Maybe you could, like, fire a warning shot? Don't kill them, but—
[ But Karen might have to kill them. A tragedy, that. ]
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[ It's shouted breathlessly but not sarcastically. Nashua skids to a stop near one of the diner's empty tables, picks up a silver-backed napkin dispenser, and hurls it wide of one of the geese chasing after it. She doesn't want to hurt the animal, after all, just scare it away. But the napkin holder bounces loudly and ineffectually onto the floor and the goose, enraged by this disrespect, flaps its wings angrily and runs after her again.
Nashua ends up running through the tables in a figure eight pattern. Benny Hill, anyone?
Her voice thick with the effort churning in her lungs, she shouts to Karen. ]
Maybe you could, like, fire a warning shot? Don't kill them, but—
[ But Karen might have to kill them. A tragedy, that. ]