You had better. [Wiggle... shake... there. Ten plastic-wrapped timbits are piled up on the hospital bed next to Ciel. With a final flourish, he reaches questionably into his coat and pulls a 20 ounce bottle of Fruitopia out of... the top of his sleeve??? No wonder he was walking around all bulky, Jesus Christ. We knew you weren't working out, Alois.] There. Happy?
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