[ You know what? Squalo was going to leave at this point, but this has just gotten interesting again. Is this guy fucking insane enough to dissect his own foot right after he got it chopped off? He elegantly sits down on the clean part of the couch, a safe distance away just in case L.L's stomach can't handle it after all, lamenting the fact that he has no popcorn with him, and watches. ]
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