[He watches the ball of oniony, meaty grease and corn syrup laden frozen imitation fruit juice fly with his kick and land on the floor, where it's still determined to leave a grease stain as proof of Greed's generous meal offering. He looks back to the blonde, decidedly feisty enough for a fight again, to the sheets, back to the greased bag, to the sheets, to Klavier, to the sheets, and finally to Klavier again.
He's seen quite a lot of sides of the attorney today. He feels the need to vocalize his learnings.]
You got into the habit of eatin' the after-juice just to keep it from drying on yer sheets, didn't you?
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He's seen quite a lot of sides of the attorney today. He feels the need to vocalize his learnings.]
You got into the habit of eatin' the after-juice just to keep it from drying on yer sheets, didn't you?