[ Really, Beat should have seen it coming. The fact that he didn't is testimony that he's an idiot. So the phone suddenly whizzing right at his head has him yelling and flailing in a bad attempt to block the incoming projectile. He doesn't think to duck, maybe.
He fails.
It clocks him pretty decently right in the forehead, congratulations on your superb aim, Joshua. Yelping dramatically, because that hurt, Beat claps his hands over the spot and sits himself right on down on the grass. ]
Dude!!! Shit!! No knives! I take it back!!
[ Yeah his eyes are watering a bit, that hurts, he's hearing stars. Seeing birds. ]
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He fails.
It clocks him pretty decently right in the forehead, congratulations on your superb aim, Joshua. Yelping dramatically, because that hurt, Beat claps his hands over the spot and sits himself right on down on the grass. ]
Dude!!! Shit!! No knives! I take it back!!
[ Yeah his eyes are watering a bit, that hurts, he's hearing stars. Seeing birds. ]