"Sure, lemme just show you my ba-- no I'm not a cop, I'm here for the viewing. Absolutely perfect this year, isn't it? Everyone's really gone all."
A pointed glance down at Ango's banquet.
"Out."
Mr. Perfect Collar steeples his hands together in front of his chest, and slowly, fluidly takes a knee so that he's sunk down to his level with that piercing stare before continuing. "Speaking of out, do you want to know what else our hosts are out of?"
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"Sure, lemme just show you my ba-- no I'm not a cop, I'm here for the viewing. Absolutely perfect this year, isn't it? Everyone's really gone all."
A pointed glance down at Ango's banquet.
"Out."
Mr. Perfect Collar steeples his hands together in front of his chest, and slowly, fluidly takes a knee so that he's sunk down to his level with that piercing stare before continuing. "Speaking of out, do you want to know what else our hosts are out of?"