[he clenches a hand, flexes his fingers, and the same lightbulb pops, as if all of the air inside it expanded rapidly and without warning. he didn't mean to, but he isn't upset he did it!]
Stress is a peculiar color on you, Friday. [he isn't a fan.] But I'll leave you to it.
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Just... throw out whatever you find of it from now on. I've got the other pieces managed for now.
[by throwing them overboard b/c that... works, right?]
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[like. just saying.]
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... Well! I'd like to see you do better, but since this is all your fault in the first place, that's probably not a very good idea...
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[obviously but also like what the fuck, Friday!]
I'm not the one in charge of things around here.
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[BECAUSE IT WASN'T HER! SHE DIDN'T DO THAT!]
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[THROWS HIS HANDS UP.]
I didn't mean to!
[which seems to be a repeating refrain these days...]
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[another light bulb burns out behind her.]
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Stress is a peculiar color on you, Friday. [he isn't a fan.] But I'll leave you to it.
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Have a wonderful day!