… What was he talking about again? Eh. Who cares.
… What was he talking about again? Eh. Who cares.
His finger? Once again in Neuvilette’s face. His voice? So very loud. His biology knowledge? Eh… Questionable.
“Our muscles don’t get BIG, they get DENSE. So they make a lotta heat. See this?” He flexes an arm— the muscle +
His finger? Once again in Neuvilette’s face. His voice? So very loud. His biology knowledge? Eh… Questionable.
“Our muscles don’t get BIG, they get DENSE. So they make a lotta heat. See this?” He flexes an arm— the muscle +
SCOFFING, like he’s obviously the smartest person in the vicinity.
“I don’t want no fancy boo-tink or whatever. What, you wanna hire some weird fashion hitman… Hitlady, whatever, to put me in a dress? Not happening! I’m an ONI, brotha! +
SCOFFING, like he’s obviously the smartest person in the vicinity.
“I don’t want no fancy boo-tink or whatever. What, you wanna hire some weird fashion hitman… Hitlady, whatever, to put me in a dress? Not happening! I’m an ONI, brotha! +
“Well, PAH! I ain’t scared of centipedes! Or judges! And, hey, what if I got overheated and DİED? Then YOU would go to jail for MŪRDER! So, you better watch it!”
“Well, PAH! I ain’t scared of centipedes! Or judges! And, hey, what if I got overheated and DİED? Then YOU would go to jail for MŪRDER! So, you better watch it!”
“… I clocked outta that around the word, uh, centipede or whatever— Yadda, yadda, more importantly—“
ACCUSATORY finger pointing. Way too close to Neuvilette’s face. Voice way too loud for the proximity.
“YOU’RE THE OLD STUFFY JUDGE GUY? But you don’t even look… STUFFY!”
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“… I clocked outta that around the word, uh, centipede or whatever— Yadda, yadda, more importantly—“
ACCUSATORY finger pointing. Way too close to Neuvilette’s face. Voice way too loud for the proximity.
“YOU’RE THE OLD STUFFY JUDGE GUY? But you don’t even look… STUFFY!”
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