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[He doesn't even have to look. He knows. He can hear that grin. So instead of looking he's just going to slam around in the fridge for a moment or two, get his ingredients out. He glares at them all. Fuck these eggs in particular.]

[Once he's slammed the door closed again:]

Don't fuck with me.

[he will MEET YOU IN THE PIT]

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