[ Yeah, yeah. He knows. One day, his crimes said and done, he's gonna be knock-knock-knockin' on Heaven's door -- and it's gonna be a lot hotter and more orange than he expected. There's no flicker of satisfaction when she gets out of bed; knowing Pai, she's probably just beelining for the couch. Still, it's better than nothing. Maybe he can get some breakfast started and lure her to the kitchen with the smell. That usually works; her stomach is the command center of her body, as often as her brain is. ]
[ If it fails, it'll be time to really start worrying. ]
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[ If it fails, it'll be time to really start worrying. ]