[It's not so much switched on, as hit on, the NOC meeting the wall with a smack and jerking to a video feed.]
Okay, so maybe I could've been nicer, but come on!
[Outside the clinic, hobbling again, Hannibal twists slightly to lean against the wall. With a sigh, he slides down carefully, lowering himself to sit on the floor with his right leg out
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Dramatic.
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[a pause followed my a mildly pained shrug]
Call the cleaver a last resort.
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Naturally.
-You know, were you a horse, you'd have be put down immediately.
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[if he means the putting down or being a horse, he's not saying]
I'd settle for a decent blow to the head.
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[Clearly, she's worried.]
Don't move. Long story short, I'm bringing a miracle cure.
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Miracle cure? Is it called morphine?
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She's called Willow, actually, and she's the reason that there's not a scratch left on me.
I'm going to bring her to you, and she's going to heal you. So you won't need morphine.
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Hey, you're all better. Wow, that was fast.
Does Willow have any morphine anyway? I'd still like some.
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Looks like today is not your lucky day.
[On the positive side, she sounds emphatically dejected.]
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Awe, you never let me have any fun.
[He wasn't worried, it was more, curious.]
Any new holes in those fetching clothes of yours?
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Just one, I would ask you the same but you have no taste in clothing to speak of.
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[he gives a little sigh, rather bored really]
Don't suppose it was anywhere near your heart, was it? I'd like to know if you actually have one.
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