[ Oh. Well, fuck him, then. By steps back, as startled by the fact that there seems to be a way out of this nostalgic prison as he is by the odd sight of the sudden fragmenting. ]
No call to be childish, there, good man. [ He pushes his hair from his face. ] All right, then. Is there anything else that doesn't belong?
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[ Oh. Well, fuck him, then. By steps back, as startled by the fact that there seems to be a way out of this nostalgic prison as he is by the odd sight of the sudden fragmenting. ]
No call to be childish, there, good man. [ He pushes his hair from his face. ] All right, then. Is there anything else that doesn't belong?