Jul 26, 2011 01:54
There's nothing to discuss. [Gathering a fistful of bedsheets, Arthur draws the covers up to his waist.]
My father had a good point. We may have --throw my belt over that chair, will you-- may have saved the city, but half the market got leveled in the process.
[He wiggles down a bit, getting comfortable as he continues.] That kind of victory isn't worth as much as if we'd caught the creature before it reached the lower town.
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