[He briefly considers self-defenestration but recalls pretty much immediately that they're on the sixth floor and he's afraid of heights. He could disappear, though. Float out the front door before he could get caught and questioned? It's not lying if he's not here.
Alas. He doesn't have time to consider any physical alternatives, so he just blurts out the first thing he thinks of.]
Toast. Went to shit.
[Taking a long and super casual drag on his cigarette.]
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Alas. He doesn't have time to consider any physical alternatives, so he just blurts out the first thing he thinks of.]
Toast. Went to shit.
[Taking a long and super casual drag on his cigarette.]
Where've you been?