"Oof! And those holy wounds, boy, they pack a whallop too! Haven't had one in a long time but I sure remember it," Rosie nodded, turning back to her armoire and fetching a few things. Namely: a sewing kit, bandages, some hand towels and a massive bottle of what was probably moonshine.

"Ugh! It was such a pain, too, havin' to sew up my own guts! Damn things kept wiggling. And the stitching hurts like absolute Hell too - s'why we're getting you nice and drunk, darlin."