The original guard had passed off Mal's revolver to Tai Huang, and Mal's molars ground together for every minute he'd have to scrub the metal to get his greasy piratey handprints off of it.
"Why don't you let me out of here, huh?" Mal offers more to the gun than to Tai Huang himself. "Your boss won't even miss me."
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The original guard had passed off Mal's revolver to Tai Huang, and Mal's molars ground together for every minute he'd have to scrub the metal to get his greasy piratey handprints off of it.
"Why don't you let me out of here, huh?" Mal offers more to the gun than to Tai Huang himself. "Your boss won't even miss me."