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[worldentire]

[Now, he meant to have audio on, but his video snapped on as well, unbeknownst to him. This means, of course, that he's partially out of frame, leaning back into the somewhat dark room. His shirt is visible, but his arms and head are somewhat hard to see. Behind him, his bed can be seen, and a mirror on the wall is glowing from the screens he's

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[VIDEO]

[angel_junk]

[Benny Stango? One of the most enjoyable nights he's had in a while? Do it again sometime?]

What is this, some sort of sex partner of the year speech? I'm sure your Mister Stango deserves the credit, but you don't need to announce it to the whole...

[He trails off as he notices the writing in blood. Sure, he's blown up enough living organisms to not find it particularly horrifying, but he's also seen enough horror movies to know that this can't be a good sign.]

...world, you know.

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[worldentire]

[Have an annoyed growl and rolling of eyes. He leans forward to snap Bhamba's screen off.] Thank you kindly for your input. As someone who is quite comfortable in the fact that he didn't spend an entire event beggin' Sander Cohen for a repeat performance, I'll have t'congratulate you on your stunnin' wit sometime.

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[angel_junk]

Really? Really?

I was going to warn you, but I don't have to listen to this. Just don't come crying to me if you get stabbed in your shower by some man in his mother's evening dress.

[And with an indignant snarl he motions to turn the feed off.]

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[worldentire]

... [Sinclair just lets him, because that doesn't make any sense. Knowing Bhamba, he was probably going to warn him against the nature of houseflies or something stupid.]