Another day, another three bottles of Robitussin, eh, Foffie? You rascal! You silken-haired hegemon! You wild-eyed undertaker! You simply adore that ‘tussin, don’t you, Foff? Oh, Foffiefoff. When will you learn?
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Foffie, I’ve missed you!
Foffie missed you too, as much as Foffie can miss anything. (Foffie feels neither pleasure nor pain. Foffie knows only the constant, all-consuming desire for blood and ‘tussin.)