Well, why should I tell you? I'll leave it to your imagination.
(He says after a pause, sucking teeth as the blood drips from his feet. It stings, and it tickles, and he's chosen a very unfortunate place for this, but at least he's proud of it for the cunning of secrecy.)
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(He says after a pause, sucking teeth as the blood drips from his feet. It stings, and it tickles, and he's chosen a very unfortunate place for this, but at least he's proud of it for the cunning of secrecy.)
You don't seem bothered by that prospect, though.