[The doctor jerks forward unexpectedly when Arthur pats him on the back, clearing his throat as he rights himself. These outlaws never seem to know their own strength...
As directed, he stands back, unknowingly holding his breath as he watches Arthur pull back and set his aim for the shot. Almost as soon as the knife leaves his hand, it hits the bottle across the room precisely as predicted, sending bits of glass skittering about as the wall brings an end to its flight. A brief moment of silence follows before Gale begins to clap steadily, both brows raised.]
Well, I see you are as good as your word, Mr. Morgan!
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As directed, he stands back, unknowingly holding his breath as he watches Arthur pull back and set his aim for the shot. Almost as soon as the knife leaves his hand, it hits the bottle across the room precisely as predicted, sending bits of glass skittering about as the wall brings an end to its flight. A brief moment of silence follows before Gale begins to clap steadily, both brows raised.]
Well, I see you are as good as your word, Mr. Morgan!