Edgard flips over at the voice and is now lying with his back flat on the floor, next to an open trunk, unarmed, with Isaac standing threateningly over him. Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck! The truth is shocked out of him.
"Looking for a fork." He squeaks. "Have you seen one?"
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"Looking for a fork." He squeaks. "Have you seen one?"
The truth doesn't sound very convincing.