[he scoffs-- thankfully he's not close to crying or anything. he'd probably never stop at this point! his hands are steady, even if his voice isn't when he says--]
What, and get squeezed in the uniform? Fat chance.
[he sits back and observes his work]
Anything you need? Some water? Wish there was liquor..
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What, and get squeezed in the uniform? Fat chance.
[he sits back and observes his work]
Anything you need? Some water? Wish there was liquor..