You know my opinion on your general level of intelligence.
[Red Wine replies blithely, crossing one knee neatly over the other and resting the book against his thigh. He looks over what Steak has written, and... finds no real fault with it.]
It's sufficient. [He says, humming out the words softly.]
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[Red Wine replies blithely, crossing one knee neatly over the other and resting the book against his thigh. He looks over what Steak has written, and... finds no real fault with it.]
It's sufficient. [He says, humming out the words softly.]
Are you finished?
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Good night, Red Wine.
[ He's out. ]