[ There's a little shudder as he tries to fight back. Tries hard. His fingers flex, and his breath hiccups. But then his amiable fast-penta self reasserts itself, and he replies: ]
I got a few leads of people who dislike you. I know that's hard to imagine. You're all so charming.
[ In his fast-pentaed state, that's not even sarcastic. ]
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I got a few leads of people who dislike you. I know that's hard to imagine. You're all so charming.
[ In his fast-pentaed state, that's not even sarcastic. ]