[ It makes absolutely no sense to Lambert, who blinks slowly and makes a show of looking Allen up and down, and again, like anything might have changed on second glance. Nope. Nothing particularly clown-like about the kid, or anything that hints at it. He's not even going to waste the paper to respond, just smirks broadly and shakes his head.
But fun's over -- he has work to do. ]
Good luck with that.
[ He pushes to his feet, brushing the front of his pants off, and catches Pig's reins. ]
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But fun's over -- he has work to do. ]
Good luck with that.
[ He pushes to his feet, brushing the front of his pants off, and catches Pig's reins. ]