"That better feckin' be whatever passes for an ambulance around here, mate." Issuing a final, painful wheeze, he slowly sits on the stump, spitting out what looked to be a single clot of blood.

"Handle yerself indeed, ye even know how to use that thing ye got there?" Oh. Well at least he knew that Sanzo had about a quarter of an idea of what he was holding.

"I'd sooner trust that paper with an actual donkey."