[Bush quite happily leans back again, sour-faced, to rub at the spot on his forehead where he's been assaulted. He shakes his head, slow and dismissive, to any apology, but stands after a moment, noting:]
It seems the only option left is to press every spot on that thing and see what it does. I'll leave you to that. [Brb, getting more food.]
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It seems the only option left is to press every spot on that thing and see what it does. I'll leave you to that. [Brb, getting more food.]