“Uh, there was this pasty ass guy, had a bat, got shot in th’leg.” “The Batter? That’s probably it.”
@badbatter
The fact he had to talk this through to a receptionist sheep was still ridiculous to him, but honestly, it would be hilarious to think about in retrospect. Especially since he seemed to understand their every bleat. After being lead by another sheep to the room the guy he remembered from last night’s game night, he invited himself in.
“Looks like it’s gonna take a while till we finally duke it out, huh?” He said with a little chuckle before helping himself to a seat by the Batter’s bed, although he was most likely not wanted. He couldn’t deny shit had gone pretty crazy then, and he did want to check on the guy. Shit, he knew exactly what it’s like getting shot.