[Aw, man, Peter's gonna feel so bad when Sam figures out he's kind of grossly sick right now. As nice as the dream of banana and Nilla wafers is, he's not sure he could handle that whole package, even if they had it. He carefully reaches out for the chocolate-vanilla swirl (best of both worlds, right), not particularly able to stop the way his fingers tremble. He's resolved to not let his teeth chatter.]
Thanks. But I didn't really have a job to do good at, exactly. It was k-kind of a trap more than anything.
[Listen to him being a contrary little bastard. Just as Sam predicted.]
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Thanks. But I didn't really have a job to do good at, exactly. It was k-kind of a trap more than anything.
[Listen to him being a contrary little bastard. Just as Sam predicted.]