The last member of Janice's party, who had 53 hit points left, got hit with a seventh-level fire spell for 1064 points of damage and died in a brilliant conflagration.
"Oh, for pete's sake!" she exclaimed, tossing the controller into the air in disgust and spinning around in her chair.
Just in time to catch sight of the visitors, naturally. "Yeah, whaddya -- can I help you?"
"Ah, Broots." Janice definitely remembered his short story about being a super-spy, and hid a grin behind her hand. "Yeah, he's in the class. He's . . . got an interesting imagination."
Janice did catch Robert's comment, but if the Playstation wasn't enough of an indication that she'd adapted pretty well to the twenty-first century her lack of (obvious, anyway) reaction was.
Cam shook her head and ushered her parents in ahead of her. "No, it's that really long name one. Mythical hilariousness or something."
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"Oh, for pete's sake!" she exclaimed, tossing the controller into the air in disgust and spinning around in her chair.
Just in time to catch sight of the visitors, naturally. "Yeah, whaddya -- can I help you?"
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"Broots seems to enjoy this class, but I'm not sure I understand what you do here."
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"What's not to understand?"
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". . . I've never had that problem."
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