Strange pauses for a moment. Wait, what exactly is she fussing at? Veeery slowly, he looks down at his shoulder, then looks over at Fleshy, then looks over at Peridot. This goes on for about thirty seconds before the penny drops and Strange figures out what Peridot's shrieking about.

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ohhhhh, she's worried about his shoulder. Well, that's awfully sweet of her! "I got shot," Strange explains, as if that answers all her questions and solves every problem. There we go! He explained it! Good job, Strange! "Can you pour the alcohol in the frisbee now?"