[Look at your friend, Emil... still slumped over the back of this chair, both arms reaching down toward the paper that's only, like, two inches out of reach as he tries to keep himself perfectly balanced...]
Mmh. Good. [A pause as a finger just grazes the paper, and then—] He deserves it.
[Somewhere halfway across the city, Loren just felt the urge to shake his head for no real reason. But actually, now that Lalli thinks about it...]
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Mmh. Good. [A pause as a finger just grazes the paper, and then—] He deserves it.
[Somewhere halfway across the city, Loren just felt the urge to shake his head for no real reason. But actually, now that Lalli thinks about it...]
He should be the one reading all of these.
[Because this is TORTURE.]