[Kirk had gotten enough of his eye sight back to see those blue lines snatch up those spices and inwardly he groaned. Seriously, more super-powered people? Or a ninja, hell, he didn't know. He was beginning to think he was severely outnumbered here and he was not entirely sure he liked being entirely human. He was learning to fight, but he was much better with a gun. He'd need to start investing in getting the materials to make one...
He turned his head to the side and coughed one more time, picking up his poor apple, now bruised, and wiped it clean on the underside of his own shirt before taking another bite.]
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He turned his head to the side and coughed one more time, picking up his poor apple, now bruised, and wiped it clean on the underside of his own shirt before taking another bite.]
Yeah, I'm saying the flour's not.
Have you never been in a grocery store before?