[To preserve his liver Andy had cut back on the drinking so he's not getting depressed drunk on the bloodied sands of Tropical Helltown and talking to his Hyoubu Charm like the well-adjusted individual he pretends to be, but he's still taking the time to sit and brood and occasionally sulk in peace. So, perfect time to nail him with a disgusting blood-sand ball.
However! Due to his time on the Catastrophe, where self-preservation had forced him to develop a sixth sense for 'hm, I am about to be clowned on', Andy sensed the approaching projectile at the last possible second. Unfortunately alcohol dulls reaction time so the only thing it changed was that he knew of his incoming fate rather than experiencing it out of nowhere. The damn thing nailed him right in the head and sent sticky blood-sand all down the back of his jacket]
EEEEURGH!!!
[Ah. The delightful, high-pitched squeals of misery]
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However! Due to his time on the Catastrophe, where self-preservation had forced him to develop a sixth sense for 'hm, I am about to be clowned on', Andy sensed the approaching projectile at the last possible second. Unfortunately alcohol dulls reaction time so the only thing it changed was that he knew of his incoming fate rather than experiencing it out of nowhere. The damn thing nailed him right in the head and sent sticky blood-sand all down the back of his jacket]
[Ah. The delightful, high-pitched squeals of misery]