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( He's pointing a crossbow at you. )

[Gruffly.] Put that down or I put you down.

[Yeah... after his bitch fight with Shane he really isn't in the mood for confrontations of any kind.]

( There crossbow slightly lowers. )

Thank you.

What's got you in a mood? (Other than the fact there was a crossbow in your face.)

I'm not in a mood. I'm just frustrated with the way things are going and you pointin' that shit in my face doesn't help.

Step heavier. (Truthfully he hadn't been paying attention but whatever. ) You'll get a crossbow in the face if you don't.

What the hell is that supposed to mean? [Glaring.]

I need to spell it out for you?

Guess so.

[Have a gun pointed back.]

Daryl....[Jess ain't gonna draw her gun on him, shit with the tensions running high lately she was afraid he'd actually shoot her.]

Back off! (He keeps the crossbow trained on her.)

Jesus, what the hell if your problem?