[ That earns him a sharp, hard laugh, but Bradbury isn't nearly as confident as he sounds, and the look in his eyes is that of a animal slowly realizing he's being cornered, desperate for a way out. ]
You're kidding me, right? What the hell can I do that no one else can't do better?
[ His shoulderblades dig into the armchair as he leans back, retreating as far as he can. ]
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You're kidding me, right? What the hell can I do that no one else can't do better?
[ His shoulderblades dig into the armchair as he leans back, retreating as far as he can. ]