[ Oh dear god, this is his loss isn't it? He scrambles to grab a piece of paper and a pen so he can try to scribble his answer down. Only... he can't, his hand strains for a moment before it forces itself to write down... some sort of stupid fact about bees. ]
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[ Oh dear god, this is his loss isn't it? He scrambles to grab a piece of paper and a pen so he can try to scribble his answer down. Only... he can't, his hand strains for a moment before it forces itself to write down... some sort of stupid fact about bees. ]
We are.