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[Dives behind a trash can near Joe; upon thinking he's been spotted, he peeks his head out and lifts a finger to his mouth] ShhhhhHHHHH!
[slightly taken aback as he sees the Dwarf dive behind the trash can] What--why are you shooshing me?
Doug kicks a small rock down the town's path, betting with himself on how much farther he can kick it than the previous time. After a few times, he kicks it at an odd angle and it ends up flying up through the air. His eyes follow it through its parabolic rise and fall, and his eyes widen in horror as it descends toward someone's bandana-clad head.
Joe was walking down the road, whistling, with his fishing rod and bait bucket in hand. He is completely unaware that a rock is about to hit him in the head... until it actually hits him in the head. "Ow! What the hell, where did that come from?!" He swore, putting down the bucket and rubbing at the now tender spot on his head, looking around.
