[Well excuse him, it's hardly his fault the exhibition was a gasser.]
Trust? I didn't go stuffing it in my mouth, I was minding my own—
[Richie cuts short and holds for the laughter. He seethes. Dusts off his knees and cocks his hands on his hips as he waits for the jeering peals to die.]
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Trust? I didn't go stuffing it in my mouth, I was minding my own—
[Richie cuts short and holds for the laughter. He seethes. Dusts off his knees and cocks his hands on his hips as he waits for the jeering peals to die.]
You're living for this aren't you?