[The idea of a wheelchair in particular sets a scowl on his mouth. The chef shuts his eyes and angles his head down in disdain]
Oi, I can handle it, Ace. I'm not actually gonna crawl. [Not unless it's required. And look, to prove his point, the chef starts pushing himself off the tree, relying on his own balance and strength to keep him upright. So far so good!]
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Oi, I can handle it, Ace. I'm not actually gonna crawl. [Not unless it's required. And look, to prove his point, the chef starts pushing himself off the tree, relying on his own balance and strength to keep him upright. So far so good!]