[ Her frown twists into a faint snarl when he denies her the second kill, but she swallows the anger back down. Vriska folds her arms over her chest and considers him. ]
... what kind of prize. I want up front clarifications this time, Hal, no more bullshit.
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... what kind of prize. I want up front clarifications this time, Hal, no more bullshit.