[Yes, well, that was a really good sandwich, and half of it is now lying in a sodden heap on the side of the fountain. Gilbert is not mollified by anyone's intentions, and continues to glare.
Though, uh, he's keeping his eyes... politely up, after ascertaining that yes, those are New Feather pants, and yes, they're wet.]
Nor was it my intention to have my lunch ruined. Apparently we're neither one getting what we want.
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Though, uh, he's keeping his eyes... politely up, after ascertaining that yes, those are New Feather pants, and yes, they're wet.]
Nor was it my intention to have my lunch ruined. Apparently we're neither one getting what we want.