-he nodded, writhing it down and looked at you, handing you a trash bin-
“You May throw up of it gets painful enough..”
-he pulled a few more, a little harder, his tattoos glowed more-
Quill”great! If you can’t handle it, say something”
-he pushed his glasses up, and handed Ronnie a notepad-
“I need you to write down what it feels like,okay?”
Quill”h decided he wanted to fight...so, after I got bored I wanted to play around a bit, and I didn’t know he would be so weak..”
-he took notes as he talked, mostly about what happened when he pulled on organ tabs, which was new-