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[ A moment earlier.]
The door opens, and Murphy looks in for a moment before turning back to talk to someone.
"Ya want proof then, deartháir? 'S right here." He walks in, one arm reaching behind him. "Told ya I-"
He breaks off, realizing the hand he'd grabbed was gone, as well as the twin it was attached to.
"'S not fuckin' funny!" Rough, angry voice. "You're bringin' me in here, so why not th' both of us, then?"
The door opens, and Murphy looks in for a moment before turning back to talk to someone.
"Ya want proof then, deartháir? 'S right here." He walks in, one arm reaching behind him. "Told ya I-"
He breaks off, realizing the hand he'd grabbed was gone, as well as the twin it was attached to.
"'S not fuckin' funny!" Rough, angry voice. "You're bringin' me in here, so why not th' both of us, then?"