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sup there
whatever the fuck you are
{{She could already tell that by his latter comment the two would get along quite well.}}
{{…Not really. It might’ve been just an offside comment, but Peacock took it personally—she wouldn’t have none a’this “whatever the fuck you are” baloney.}}
“Aw, shucks,” {{Peacock guffawed, shrugging bashfully as if complimented,}} “Jeez, I’m flattered.”
{{Then as soon as that act was over, the toon kept the ferocious bear-trap grin to Dave, giving him an experimental poke on his torso with a thickly gloved hand. Fixing all her Argus eyes on him, she prodded him with each forceful syllable as if to make a point.}}
“Whaddya mean by, ‘whatever the muck y’are’? What about you, hm, kid?”
{{She leaned back over to stand properly before him, but looked down on Dave with an expression mocking authoritative disapproval, or at least the best she could do to mimic disapproval.}}
“What are you? A man, or a mouse?”
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