Slither-outy? Sasuke didn't so much frown as show the slightest inclination to flinch as he shifted his grip on his sword to not so cheerily remove Naruto's arm from him - well, once he'd shrug off the amputated limb.

Yet to his moderate shock, when he brought his sword up, it wasn't two feet of hardened steel ablaze with his chakra. No - it was nine inches of bottled alcohol.

Naruto grinned cheekily.