[he tracks down where those buttons go, following with his eyes... but whether or not he is tabulating and conscious of the inequality is a little hard to discern, given the way that he seems to be melting into the table, clutching at the beautiful side of his face as if this whole ordeal has only given him a headache.]
You started it... [he fixes Tek with his strange, multicolored eye while the other one squints shut.] I think we were doing just fine up until you started taking cheap shots.
[he makes a small, useless, giggly sound... and then his voice is muffled as he smashes his hand into his own mouth.]
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You started it... [he fixes Tek with his strange, multicolored eye while the other one squints shut.] I think we were doing just fine up until you started taking cheap shots.
[he makes a small, useless, giggly sound... and then his voice is muffled as he smashes his hand into his own mouth.]
My face feels weird...