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...Tsk. I am beginning to see the problem in this. One would think even this rabble would have standards, but apparently alcohol robs even the noblest of their inhibitions. I am flattered that the island saw fit to make me physically attractive, but in my occupation this serves only as a setback. Touch me with that hand again and you will lose it.
I suppose my male self must be blessedly free- why you little -of these annoyances. I suppose I could just- how DARE you -wait it out, but even my patience wears thin. I fear the consequences- you have one more chance -if this foolishness is allowed to-
*there is the sound of a finger being broken, followed by the sound of a highly intoxicated man howling in pain*
-continue. I gave you fair warning, buffoon.
Doctor? We must speak. I would like to request your assistance with something.