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She was crazy! Yup. No doubt about it!

Merlin stared at her wide-eyed, thoughts racing, while he tried to figure, how the hell had he come from sunbathing lazily and enjoying life to have this madwoman scream at him and about to tear him to pieces. This had never happened to him before. Then it dawned upon him why. But, of course, he had hung out with men for the better part of the year. Made jokes about girls and heard all the juicy and crude stuff, but had not much experience with them in person at all. Now he understood, why his previous pack had preferred to band together as bachelors than disperse and make traditional connections. Women weren't sane. They were scary and downright dangerous. 

"Then don't chill - do, whatever the fuck you want!" he shrugged, yawned and averted his gaze - all calming signals to tell that he had no interest to suffer through a direct confrontation. Physical even less. If he got out of this alive, he would never ever willingly hang out with girls again. Well, maybe with that Coon Assbite, but then - she had tried to assault him before saying "hello" and "my name is".