Grey groaned, putting a hand to his forehead. Rather than a warm palm, though, he got a nice chunk of steel cold metal right to the head.
'Ah, what the fuck.'
Grey looked to the side and an item he had almost forgotten about rolled out.
'Oh shit.' He picked it up and made the intention to move it into his Inventory, but to his surprise, he completely failed. He didn't have a space powerful enough to take it. 'Well damn—.'
Grey's eyes widened as he saw his palm on the ground. 'Don't you fucking—.'
It was meaty, the stubby little digits fighting for air and space between one another. Let alone his fingers, it looked like the back of his hand was sporting a triple chin, doing its best to swallow up the rest of what was left of his hands.
