[Dave huffs out a laugh and resists the very potent urge to slug John in the arm. Some rooting around in his pockets produces his emergency supply of ambrosia, which he pushes into John's hand.]
Eat that. Come on.
[Stop giving him that dumb smile he's going to punch you in the face he swears.]
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Eat that. Come on.
[Stop giving him that dumb smile he's going to punch you in the face he swears.]