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[withoutsorrow]

Take off their faces, you gods-forsaken Yozi filth! Go die in the street, lying sacks of pestilential shit! Merchants would not take your jade, and I won't take your bait, unless I come to take back their faces and spare you the trouble of tearing them off yourselves![There's a WHAM as Ashoka kicks the wall with his iron-toed boot. In the

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[dragon_savior]

Ashoka, are you alright?

[withoutsorrow]

[one of the little girls has started crying in the background. The other smacks the glass and screams like a child having a tantrum.]

I'm angry, but I'll live.

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[quiet_carpenter]

Sir...?

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[withoutsorrow]

[He attempts a laugh. It's a decent attempt, given the circumstances.]

You, ah, can use my name if you want. You've probably already heard it.