[Wherever Newt happens to be sitting, reading and replying to these, he suddenly half-laughs, half-chokes on his tea, doing something of a spit-take at that and he feels SO BAD because Komasan didn't mean THAT, didn't mean anything of the sort, but "him" for what to serve had kind of started Newt down this dark path and now his mind went to the gutter and he's dying. send help, he can't stop laughing. he's so sorry.
much gasping of breath later, he sends out the reply of]
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much gasping of breath later, he sends out the reply of]
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