"Hah, now that would be a mirical." Knife says, before looking at me. "So, rocking the robo-leg now are we?"
"Yea, I guess."
"Fair enough, not that I can mind you emulating me a little, it's a little strange, but I don't mind."
"I, wait, what?"
"With the leg." Knife says, pulling up the cuff of is jeans to reveal his own robotic leg.
"I...um, god DAMN it Trilby!" I yell, furiously hopping on one leg as I unscrew the robotic prosthetic before throwning it in Trilby's directions before storming off.
"Fuck, what's got his knickers in a twist?" Knife asks, watching me hop to a distant store.