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[blesseddumbfuck]

[The camera turns on to show a pair of legs from the knees down. Biff apparently kicked it in his sleep; he's face-down on the floor. He makes a grunting noise, then a hacking sound, then a groan. He mutters something in Aramaic which would equate to "I feel like something died while breaking wind in my mouth

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[notarrowette]

[...Biff's hair is pink. Like he's been attacked with hair dye. Oh, lord. Cissie remembers Biff being in the pub, and she remembers losing track of Molly at some point and not finding her when she went to leave. She is not loving this thought process.]

...What happened to your hair?

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[blesseddumbfuck]

Hello, Marco. I am called Biff.

And if I am sleeping with your warden, it isn't your business unless she wants to tell you.

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[blesseddumbfuck]

I am not having sex with your warden.

[Right now.]

I'm talking to you.

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[blesseddumbfuck]

What about last night?

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[blesseddumbfuck]

I slept. And she slept. We were both sleeping.

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[blesseddumbfuck]

Why don't you ask her?