"Wha-"
Cut off, Gid tumbles to the ground...
...
Right up there, beating the shi* out of him is Finicky Fried!
Closet yapper of justice!
*BAM*
*BANG*
*DANG*
Punch after punch assaulted poor Gid's face...
...
...
His answer to this?
...
Well, to just arch his back forward...
This caused a surge of wind to release from his body, blowing Fried back...
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"Man..."
Gid cracked his neck...
"Just who even are you?"