Don't worry about it

  I'm made of stone, you see

  Yes, yes, sure it looks like a cut

  I know you think you see blood flowing freely

  Layers of skin and sinew, the barest hint of bone

  But I assure you I'm fine

  I was born impervious

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  Simply made of sterner stuff

  These injuries are just illusions

  The pained-sounding yelp a simple instinct

  Or, really, a learned response

  Trust me, this isn't enough to bring me down

  It takes more than metal to cut me

  I couldn't be better, and there's nothing to worry about

  They couldn't hurt me if they tried

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