[Vash watches the needle a bit nervously. He had a feeling needles would come into play eventually, but he still hated shots in all their forms. Not as much as getting shot, but almost just as bad!] A couple times. I don't have any allergies that I know of.
[He keeps staring at that needle.] Please tell me that's going in my arm. [Not the butt. Not the butt. Please not the butt.]
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[He keeps staring at that needle.] Please tell me that's going in my arm. [Not the butt. Not the butt. Please not the butt.]