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"Okay, look, you're not under arrest, we're just as confused as you are, and we're going straight to Ironwood to know what the hell is going on, so if you be patient with us for a little bit..." As Clover tried to say that, Robyn screeches.
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, YOU FUCKING ACCUSER! YOU MOTHER FUCKING ACCUSER! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! YOU MOTHER FUCKING ACCUSER OF THE BRETHREN!" She readied herself to start shit in a small area. Just then, a man they were transporting got up.
"Okay, that's it. You are not Robin Hood!" The man seemed to be in his late 60s or 70s to the unknowing, but to those who did, they'd know he's at least five times that age. Robyn glared at him.
"Well then who, Doctor, is about to relieve you of your magic screwdriver?" She aimed her crossbow at him.
"I shall let you know that I have no sword... But I do have a spoon. En garde!" He said as he got into a fight with Robyn Hill.
"I mean, we're still going to crash for the glory of our Goddess, but this is honestly more entertaining." Tyrian mused.