So, I'm thinking of moving back into the apartment myself. You can stay where ever you like, though, Bambina. What do you want?
>[Stay in the lobby.] >[Go to Jake's apartment.] >[Question the intelligence in Jake's decision.] >[Don't let the door hit your ass. Geez, no kidding Neil got the brains in your family...]
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>[Hello, Mr. Marshall]
>[Nod and keep eating Snackoos]
>[Ignore]
>[So, let's take off those pants and see how wild you are down there, Cowboy]
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Hello, Mr. Marshall.
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>[Fine.]
>[Good.]
>[Bad.]
>[I'm sorry I contributed to the death of your brother.]
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Good.
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So, I'm thinking of moving back into the apartment myself. You can stay where ever you like, though, Bambina. What do you want?
>[Stay in the lobby.]
>[Go to Jake's apartment.]
>[Question the intelligence in Jake's decision.]
>[Don't let the door hit your ass. Geez, no kidding Neil got the brains in your family...]
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[Like hell she's letting you mope by yourself.]
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>[Yes.]
>[No.]
>[What?]
>[Never mind, I'm going to live with Klavier. I don't care if he lives with Kristoph now.]
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>[Don't worry about it.]
>[Laugh.]
>[Change mind and want to stay in lobby instead.]
>[Steal his hat.]
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[He begins to head back to the apartment.]
>[Follow.]
>[Run ahead.]
>[Stay where you are.]
>[Demand he carry you.]
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[What? :|]
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[He gives you a look.]
>[Yes.]
>[Carry me.]
>[What's the problem? You think I'm fat or something?]
>[It's not that hard, Mr. Marshall. You just pick me up and walk.]
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[He scoops you up in his arms.]
That better, Bambina?
>[Yes.]
>[No.]
>[Watch those hands, Mister!]
>[Laugh.]
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