The Skull stares inscrutably at Edgard for a beat.
"IT CERTAINLY DOES NOW."
The uncomfortable scrutiny doesn't cease, especially when two cartoonishly googly eyeballs appear in Skull's sockets. Now there's no doubt that he is, in fact, lookin at you, kid.
Edgard picks it up. He looks towards the door. He could run for it. But that would also give him away. He should stay casual. He runs his fingers along the tray, examining it.
If Edgard was so easily able to fetch up the tray, clearly it's not being used to carry Skull around. And Skull has neither arms to lift the tray nor legs to ferry it around.
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"IT CERTAINLY DOES NOW."
The uncomfortable scrutiny doesn't cease, especially when two cartoonishly googly eyeballs appear in Skull's sockets. Now there's no doubt that he is, in fact, lookin at you, kid.
"WELL? PICK IT UP, THEN."
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"Is it working well for you, then?"
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If Edgard was so easily able to fetch up the tray, clearly it's not being used to carry Skull around. And Skull has neither arms to lift the tray nor legs to ferry it around.
The cartoony eyeballs continue staring at Edgard.
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"So, its not working well for you then? Could use some adjustments?"
Edgard is going to try hard to bullshit his way out of this one.