"Hey now, I ain't the one who keeps bringing it up!" Mal fires back, and by now it's clear he's going to be allowing this to just go right on happening even when he know damn well better. He's going to get caught up in a yelling match with a man whose probably shook up his brains so hard they don't seem to even be located in his head anymore, even though Mal knows plenty better than to let his temper get the best of him. 'Specially considering he's now feeling pretty confident this here has to be a core, or at least very alliance friendly, world which means more than likely they're being watched "for their own safety" even now, and when lawmen do arrive he doesn't think for a second they're going to prove to be fair and just in their ruling. No, they'll take one look at Mal and decided this zāng jiù dài pìyǎn nèi suǒ lāshǐ quán is in the right on nothing more than the fact that Mal is the one holding the gun. The over abundance of supposedly lawful types and their general eagerness to exaggerate a man's crimes is one of the many reasons Mal tends to prefer avoiding these kinds of worlds.
That's all without even taking into account their population of panther owning head-sick liars, of course. Got to admit, this is a new one he'll have to be adding to his list.
Mal should know good and well to avoid this sort of confrontation. Beside him, the stallion seems to have not taken kindly to apparently being forgotten about and is making his presents pretty damn clear, nudging Mal hard with his snort. Almost like even the horse knows ruttin' better than to start up on this when Mal could just as easily walk away 'stead of sticking around and inviting trouble his way. But, well, he just don't how it's him that's being the unreasonable one! This man is clearly out of his gorramn mind and yet he keeps ranting on like the lunatic he is about all the wrongs Mal has done him. It ain't right being accused by a man when you're guilt of nothing more than exercising a little precaution and watching out for what's yours. No way Mal's just going to stand here and let blame be thrown his way when, if anything, he's been overly reasonable.
"Now, I can't speak for whatever fluffy little sheltered life you might have grown up all cozy in, but where I'm from when a man's lost in a creepifying piece of wúfǎ jiěshì sǐ woods and suddenly finds himself face to face with a gorram panther his natural instinct is going to be to protect himself and what's his! And you can bet your chǒulòu lǎo pìyǎn," And by now Mal's voice is unnecessarily harsh, and he can't help all but throwing his arm in the air because he can't believe he's got to go explaining this whole concept yet again. "Given a reason, wouldn't hesitate to act all over again." Well best he learns the lesson now than if he ever had the misfortune of heading out anywhere in the real verse where a man whose afraid to act - and who panics at the slightest sound of a fight - is sure to find himself on the wrong side of every deal.
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That's all without even taking into account their population of panther owning head-sick liars, of course. Got to admit, this is a new one he'll have to be adding to his list.
Mal should know good and well to avoid this sort of confrontation. Beside him, the stallion seems to have not taken kindly to apparently being forgotten about and is making his presents pretty damn clear, nudging Mal hard with his snort. Almost like even the horse knows ruttin' better than to start up on this when Mal could just as easily walk away 'stead of sticking around and inviting trouble his way. But, well, he just don't how it's him that's being the unreasonable one! This man is clearly out of his gorramn mind and yet he keeps ranting on like the lunatic he is about all the wrongs Mal has done him. It ain't right being accused by a man when you're guilt of nothing more than exercising a little precaution and watching out for what's yours. No way Mal's just going to stand here and let blame be thrown his way when, if anything, he's been overly reasonable.
"Now, I can't speak for whatever fluffy little sheltered life you might have grown up all cozy in, but where I'm from when a man's lost in a creepifying piece of wúfǎ jiěshì sǐ woods and suddenly finds himself face to face with a gorram panther his natural instinct is going to be to protect himself and what's his! And you can bet your chǒulòu lǎo pìyǎn," And by now Mal's voice is unnecessarily harsh, and he can't help all but throwing his arm in the air because he can't believe he's got to go explaining this whole concept yet again. "Given a reason, wouldn't hesitate to act all over again." Well best he learns the lesson now than if he ever had the misfortune of heading out anywhere in the real verse where a man whose afraid to act - and who panics at the slightest sound of a fight - is sure to find himself on the wrong side of every deal.