[probably wise. There's claws on those feet, too. Between those and his horns, he's just covered in pointy bits.]
They should figure it out on their own. Pretty sure I never got any divine intervention for piddly-ass problems. Maybe then we wouldn't be dead.
[then he sits up and hits one fitst into his open palm] I got it! If we can't kill them, because SOMEONE here is a damn wet blanket, we can just annoy them until they quit on their own!
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They should figure it out on their own. Pretty sure I never got any divine intervention for piddly-ass problems. Maybe then we wouldn't be dead.
[then he sits up and hits one fitst into his open palm] I got it! If we can't kill them, because SOMEONE here is a damn wet blanket, we can just annoy them until they quit on their own!