[ Ash can't even work up the conviction to say he's not a killer. It wouldn't exactly be a rousing assurance even in the best of times. Now, with Cheryl's heckling and cloying, cooing ribbons of laughter, it's as good as damnation.
[ Still, Quentin's protective instincts haven't had time to adjust to this revelation, so when the chattering thing speeds toward Ash, Quentin reacts. Reaches across the man for the rumbling chainsaw and screams (from the surprise of touching it, from fear, from exertion with his bruised and shaking limbs) as he wrenches it up by the handle. Using Ash's arm to pivot, he shoves the blade towards Cheryl. Anything. Anything, just shut up. ]
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[ Still, Quentin's protective instincts haven't had time to adjust to this revelation, so when the chattering thing speeds toward Ash, Quentin reacts. Reaches across the man for the rumbling chainsaw and screams (from the surprise of touching it, from fear, from exertion with his bruised and shaking limbs) as he wrenches it up by the handle. Using Ash's arm to pivot, he shoves the blade towards Cheryl. Anything. Anything, just shut up. ]