[ Wow she's covered in stitches. That can't be healthy. Though really, that file folder above her head looks like it would hurt if it managed to whack him in the head. ]
He didn't stop me, [ said, as he pointed to poor Owlfonso, ] how was I supposed to know this was yours? More to the point, how was I supposed to know you lived here to begin with?
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He didn't stop me, [ said, as he pointed to poor Owlfonso, ] how was I supposed to know this was yours? More to the point, how was I supposed to know you lived here to begin with?