It's coming, it's coming! I don't know why I'm even doing this, you're probably just gonna throw this one t -- Nothing!
[The sound of a refrigerator opening, closing. The top is popped off a beer. Fizz.]
Here you go.
[Glass bottle, meet counter. A bit too hard, you might notice.]
Just try not to aim for my head this time.
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hello ooc )
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He-ey...I should apologize in advance for all the damage. I'll fix it.
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Are you okay?
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My dad's here. I don't know for how long. Maybe he'll leave once he's diminished our beer supply and realizes he can't get ESPN here.
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...Unless he's the type to get violent.
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The thing is, I'd really prefer you not see my dad like this. It was bad enough at my we -
I'll try and get him out of the house before you get back.
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I can't see him. I mean, I see my dad, but not yours. Just another fun-for-the-whole-family curse the deities cooked up.
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I'm at the front door. Time to see if you can lock up an apparition.
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