[Sighing irritably, Lupin places his Walther on the night table...and reaches in the drawer to pull out his Bryar to leave next to it, so that both weapons were in the open. He scowls and holds his head, trying to regain his focus in this.
Damn the medication. Damn this elf.]
Don't fall for it, Luke. He thought that me threatening to 'go Sarah Connor on his ass' was a double entendre.
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Damn the medication. Damn this elf.]
Don't fall for it, Luke. He thought that me threatening to 'go Sarah Connor on his ass' was a double entendre.