Confused blink. "Huh; seems like I'm not de only one having multiple versions of myself...?"

"....What?" Who even is this woman? He likes the blue aesthetic she has going on though—

"....Riiiiight. Cool." ... It's quite a feat that he manages to inch away before zipping off.

.... Probably the wind, yeah.

<– Probably needs to be more careful about collateral things-getting-blown-away stuff.

"...I haf many concerns."

Heeee's just gonna snicker somewhere and zip off. He might not know who that lady was, but she was amusing.

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Zips in, grabs three buckets of friend chicken, zips back out.

Yes, it's that guy Clint's fried chicken. Nobody tell him.

S N I C K E R S.