[There's a momentary halt, Lutha's arm jerking back as though he means to turn around and hit Andersen square in the face. But he doesn't want this little shrew to pull a fast one one him in response. So instead, he stops himself with a great deal of effort, shooting the spirit a sourly irritated look.]
Go chew on someone else, then. What, were you just fucking joking before? Following me isn't going to help you.
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Go chew on someone else, then. What, were you just fucking joking before? Following me isn't going to help you.