Safety Hammer
A walking piece of shit in a stupid looking jacket
((Poor Mac))
Tallah crossed his arms and cast Mac a completely unconcerned glance. "Perhaps this will convince you to think with the head on your shoulders instead. Now, weren't you supposed to be getting me some tea? Quickly now." Tallah shooed him off with a single hand and laid back against the bed's headboard. He stuffed some pillows behind himself to make it more comfortable.
"I love you, Tallah... but you are being a cock right now." The bearded man groaned, as he pulled himself up off of the ground, and on his feet. His body still hurting, he shuffled his way to the little porcelain kettle, and poured Tallah his tea. Slowly walking back, he handed Tallah his tea, and slumped back into the rocking chair by the bed.
"You... may have also stabbed me a bit... Only in the thigh... Ouch all the same....."