[Pain grips at his shoulder as the blade does find its intended. Steel sinks into his flesh, and Gintoki grunts, turning to topple the shelf of booze that had originally lined his right side as he entered the store - hoping to floor Takasugi in the process.
No matter the response, Gintoki stops to take the knife from his shoulder. Once he's armed - he grabs the neck of a long wine bottle, smashing it against the sale counter in order to create a second weapon.]
Don't you got bigger things to worry about right now, you bastard?
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No matter the response, Gintoki stops to take the knife from his shoulder. Once he's armed - he grabs the neck of a long wine bottle, smashing it against the sale counter in order to create a second weapon.]
Don't you got bigger things to worry about right now, you bastard?