[center]Before Negan could even continue to address the puppet who had procured his dear old Lucille, that dumbass kid who'd thought it best to try and hurt her earlier had opened his dumbass mouth yet again. And this time, it was to persuade the puppet thing to [i]not[/i] give her back to him. Immediately, Negan's smile twisted into a frown, and he slowly turned to face Fret. His eyes were narrowed and his mouth was curled into a frown. Generally speaking, Negan did [i]not[/i] look happy.

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[color=9e0b0f][b]"Kid,"[/b][/color] Negan spoke in a tone that was just barely above a whisper. It was quite different from the grandiose, over the top presence he'd been presenting thus far. It was almost like he was an entirely different man. [color=9e0b0f][b]"You are really... [i]really[/i], pushin' some buttons that you do [u]not[/u] wanna press right now."[/b][/color] Negan took a single step toward him, closing the difference between them ever so slightly. Slowly, his arm was raised. For a moment, he pointed pointed at his head... only to slooowly move it to the side. [b][color=9e0b0f]"If I were you, I'd walk aaaallll the way to the other end of this here cage, and keep my damn mouth shut while the adults talk."[/color][/b]

With that, Negan turned away, although the glare hung on him for a good few moments. It wasn't until he'd fully turned that he finally looked away completely, his eyes now meeting Spamton's yet again. His glare was gone, replaced by a look of... bemusement, if anything, as the puppet began to sell try and sell Lucille like it was a used car. By the time he'd finished, Negan's eyes were a lot more wide - and perhaps more importantly - the smile had returned. 

[color=9e0b0f][b]"Now..."[/b][/color] Negan clasped his hands together as he began to walk toward Spamton. [b][color=9e0b0f]"I have no idea what the everliving shit a 'Kromer' is- and unfortunately, cash ain't exactly somethin' I carry on me,"[/color][/b] Negan was smart enough by now to realize that this wasn't his own world. If the talking rat hadn't given that away, then the magic gun that shot gigantic stop signs most certainly did. However, he didn't have the energy (nor the fucks to give) to outright explain what walkers were and how they worked. [color=9e0b0f][b]"So instead... I'll cut you a [i]better[/i] deal!"[/b][/color]

[b][color=9e0b0f]"You,"[/color][/b] Negan outstretched his arm and briefly pointed at Spamton, before ultimately withdrawing it like a fishing rod reeling in an empty line. [color=9e0b0f][b]"Are gonna give me [i]my[/i] bat back! And in turn, [i]I[/i],"[/b][/color] Negan then thumbed to himself. [color=9e0b0f][b]"Will [i]not[/i] kick y'er Raggedy Ann ass all the way across this here cage!"[/b][/color] For effect, Negan pointed to the cage around him with a single hand. 

He finally clasped his hands together and began to slowly pace toward Spamton.

[color=9e0b0f][b]"So... whaddya say? Are you gonna be a good Samaritan and give her back?"[/b][/color]

He took another step, now standing right above the four foot tall puppet. Negan squat down so he could get at eye level with him, smiling right into his eyes. One of his hands went out, only to fall into a rest on Spamton's shoulder. And then? Well, then, Negan [b][i]squeezed.[/i][/b] 

[b][i][color=9e0b0f]"Or am I gonna have to show these... [u]fine[/u] people what a puppet looks like with its wooden head caved in?"[/color][/i][/b]

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