Fucking peg leg, [is muttered while he gets his ass up to look. Something sturdy, and - sure. A hockey stick'll do. He grabs some of Eddie's scattered clothes, tears through the shirts on his way back in. ]

This'll probably hurt like a bitch, [and crouches, aligns the stick to Eddie's calf and begins tying it tight. It's real weird up close: bone attached to foot and thing, tendons clinging lazily. he wonders if attaching someone else's meat to it might work. God. ]

I don't - I don't know how much you'll need to feed to fix this shit, man. One more? Ten?