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Larkin pointed his half-eaten donut at Porter and interrupted, “I found him first.” Doyle murmured, “That was hot.” “Stop it.” “No, no, I like that I honestly can’t tell if the territoriality is because of the art or the donuts.” “Don’t be ridiculous.” “You’re right. It’s the donuts.” Larkin all but rolled his eyes before taking another bite.
Larkin said, completely straight-faced, “You’re much more afraid of us than we are of you. Have you considered standing perfectly still. Perhaps our vision is based on movement.” Miyamoto pointed at Larkin and countered, “I thought you were supposed to play dead around gays? Lie down on your belly? Spread your legs?” “That’s an open invitation to attack,” Larkin corrected. “Got it, got it. Oh! Ulmer, have you tried discharging your guts out your anus? Like a sea cucumber?”
