Larson may have escaped being murderized but I hope Arthur WRECKS SHOP before getting outta dodge
LOVE the idea of Larson throwing this starving, injured shriveled twig of a man in a hole to die, then coming home to find aforementioned twig has slashed his bed to pieces and stolen his clothes and raided his kitchen and killed his enforcer and maybe even his pet murder-monster too and tracked mud in his rugs and gotten blood everywhere and OH LOOK all his mind-controlled cultists are running free and have unionized—