[For a full ten seconds, Equius stands there, his face twitching uncontrollably. Then he bolts after Tavros with a roar of outrage, squinting heavily against the glare of the sun.]
GET BACK HERE YOU WRETCHED MUDBLOODED LITTLE CRETIN, I NEED THOSE! THIS IS NOT HUMAREOUS!
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[Touching.]
[His face.]
[Filthy peasant hands, on his glasses.]
[For a full ten seconds, Equius stands there, his face twitching uncontrollably. Then he bolts after Tavros with a roar of outrage, squinting heavily against the glare of the sun.]
GET BACK HERE YOU WRETCHED MUDBLOODED LITTLE CRETIN, I NEED THOSE! THIS IS NOT HUMAREOUS!