[ HE'S STILL HERE... he's just kind of got his face tucked into Hannibal's side and his arm wrapped around his thigh. It's at least all under the blanket so Percy's spared.
Winston, meanwhile, will perk up after a bit and notice Percy on the floor. He'll hop down happily with the single goal of flopping into Percy's lap. So, there's that.
Anyway, gruffly, from under the blankets: ]
No. These don't -- they don't come close. Tell him about the mural, Hannibal. Or -- or the beehive. The mushroom guy. [ . . . ] The Judge.
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Winston, meanwhile, will perk up after a bit and notice Percy on the floor. He'll hop down happily with the single goal of flopping into Percy's lap. So, there's that.
Anyway, gruffly, from under the blankets: ]
No. These don't -- they don't come close. Tell him about the mural, Hannibal. Or -- or the beehive. The mushroom guy. [ . . . ] The Judge.
[ A very weary sigh here. ]
These are nothing.