[Xerxes mumbles something about how Barma doesn't do much of anything anyway, but it's under his breath because he doesn't want Reim to throw more food at him. He's now trying to pry open his sandwich so he can just scrape off the cheese... he's civilized.]
You're making a face, aren't you? [he still Knows] That is insulting to all my hard work, Reim...
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You're making a face, aren't you? [he still Knows] That is insulting to all my hard work, Reim...