"GWAAAGH!" Jay El squeeked, succinctly, "MY FOOT!"
Ash peered over at him. "Wouldn't that hurt your shin area more than your foot? I mean, the claws are clearly digging directly into your..."
"YES! YES MY LEG! MY LEG IS WHAT HURTS! FORGIVE ME FOR YELLING THE FIRST APPENDAGE THAT CAME TO MIND!" Jay El barked back, attempting to survey the damage to his now quite-favorite foot. (Jay El had always had a heightened appreciation for that which he feared he could lose.)
Tribby perked up. Everyone had made fun of the fact that she'd purchased darn well two of everything way back when. "I have two crowbars!" she beamed.
"GOD! IT HURTS! ITS INSIDE TH... th... you have TWO crowbars?"
"Yep! They're pretty tiny now, I mean, I'm kinda big, but, yeah! I also have two sets of flint!"
"Who buys two crowbars?"
"Well, it seems pretty logical NOW, doesn't it footless?"
"...yes. Thank you. Please pry the leg trap apart for me oh wise one." He sighed.
Tribby, in mid-pry, paused and looked at Ash. "What?"
"Hm? Oh. Oh nothing. It's just... why two crowbars? Who buys two crowbars at a time? What, were you worried one would get wet?"
"Aggh! Talk about purchasing habits when we aren't prying metal from my leg, please!" Jay El whined.
Tribby returned to her task, deciding not to mention her matching fanny packs, and promptly freed the limping Cleric.
"Crap this hurts." Said the healer. "I mean, it really, really hurts!"