[He wants to argue further, because seriously, this is all bullshit, and the guy still hasn't answered his stupid question... But the world is starting to reel away from him in a way that means he either needs sleep or meth, so he gives it up with a frustrated, disgusted little sound.]
Fine. Awesome. I'll go be the art room bitch. Whatever. [He reaches into his pocket, like he's going to do it right now, and frowns. Where the fuck did his communicator go?]
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eitherneeds sleepor meth, so he gives it up with a frustrated, disgusted little sound.]Fine. Awesome. I'll go be the art room bitch. Whatever. [He reaches into his pocket, like he's going to do it right now, and frowns. Where the fuck did his communicator go?]