[Carlisle shoves the skeleton to the side, getting back to his feet so he can take the toolbox; the undeads around him slowly get to their feet, relatively undisturbed by the fact their animator fell right on top of them. The pile of bones rattles, slowly pulling itself together.
He cradles the toolbox with both arms, as though it were a delicate find. He caused enough trouble out here last time, and would prefer to be more helpful than not, especially considering Qubit volunteered to put up with him a second time.]
I would prefer to stand, thank you.
[Show him something cool, Qubit. Take his mind off the literal interpretation of modern idioms.]
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He cradles the toolbox with both arms, as though it were a delicate find. He caused enough trouble out here last time, and would prefer to be more helpful than not, especially considering Qubit volunteered to put up with him a second time.]
I would prefer to stand, thank you.
[Show him something cool, Qubit. Take his mind off the literal interpretation of modern idioms.]