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[Tyki's holed up tight in his room, which is where he's been for the past few days. At the moment he's lacking a shirt, which only shows off the vicious black and blue mottling over his rib cage.
He's come onto the level with a purpose, and an amused, curled smile works its way onto his face.]
Supervisor.. I believe you owe me a cup of coffee.
As far as the rest of you are concerned, I think I've won my little game.
He's come onto the level with a purpose, and an amused, curled smile works its way onto his face.]
Supervisor.. I believe you owe me a cup of coffee.
As far as the rest of you are concerned, I think I've won my little game.