Deacon Frost:
[examining Blade's sword]
Hold out your arm, Quinn.
Quinn:
[who's *finally* got both of his arms grown back]
Why, man? 'Cause they're-they're, like, all better.
Deacon Frost:
Hold out your arm. Now.
[trembling, Quinn does so; Frost takes aim with the sword]
Quinn:
Deak, I...
[Frost raises the sword... and lowers it]
Deacon Frost:
Just kidding.
[chucks Quinn on the shoulder]
Quinn:
[laughing uproariously]
He was fucking with me, man! He was, like...
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