[it's like he's been shot--he tips backwards from the sheer force of the comment, clutching at the metaphorical wound in his chest. such biting words. he cackles, unable to help himself, nearly slumping over onto the floor as the laughing overtakes him.]
You bitch! [shouted proudly from somewhere below the table.]
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[it's like he's been shot--he tips backwards from the sheer force of the comment, clutching at the metaphorical wound in his chest. such biting words. he cackles, unable to help himself, nearly slumping over onto the floor as the laughing overtakes him.]
You bitch! [shouted proudly from somewhere below the table.]