[Suddenly it's the inside of a partially painted room, chairs and tables against one wall, and glass-fronted cases beside an old-timey cash register on the other. Al looks about as defeated as a metal suit can look, and sinks into a chair.]
---yes. [Exasperated sigh.] I'm sure. I'm really, really sure.
[Dawn's voice is heard off-forge, a little too
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Rust? [All the metallic sounds are confusing him. How does one put something in someone's eye, unless there's nothing in the socket?]
Is he a leper?
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Uuuuuumm.
I'm WEARING a suit of armor!
I can't eat because...
[Whispers something to Dawn.]
I'm not hungry!
Yeah!
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[UNCONTROLLABLE FIT OF CAPSLOCK LOLING]
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[He just realized he's trying to argue and reason with a drunk person, so he'll stop himself.
But he can't help wondering, so he asks a bit awkwardly.]
I don't suppose you've had some to drink yourself...?
He sounds like a child. Are you sure it's alright to let him drink?
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