[He doubles over, gripping himself and letting out a grunt that is NOT a high pitched girly scream, okay. Be proud. Or something. Either way, he hobbles to a convenient nearby chair and flops backwards into it, glaring death daggers up at her, and pointing a finger in her direction]
That's it! I'm calling Wynn and he's going to drag your ass off this mission once and for all. This is over. [He reaches for the phone and starts punching in numbers]
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That's it! I'm calling Wynn and he's going to drag your ass off this mission once and for all. This is over. [He reaches for the phone and starts punching in numbers]