[ the chirping in his brain just won't let up, and it only seems to get worse when the man he's cornered begins to laugh. he can't hold back his cringe, though his face has already screwed up into something of a half-grimace, half-scowl since they'd began. had he been of a better frame of mind, he probably would have been in better position to notice the warning signs his survival instincts were currently sending him. ]
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Hey, jackass — did I ask?