[WELL HI THERE, ARCHER. To Kimblee's credit, he doesn't jump half a mile at the sound of his superior being very mad indeed and he just kind of keeps up with the stabbing; to Kimbley's, he doesn't flinch, though he does look away from what's going on with the knife there because that's a smart idea. Just trust the white-suited bastard to not stab you in the hand the second you're not paying attention. Or, you know, the face, whichever.]
What's it look like? Just having some fun, that's all.
[He gestures vaguely in Kimblee's direction with his right hand.]
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What's it look like? Just having some fun, that's all.
[He gestures vaguely in Kimblee's direction with his right hand.]
I met your friend, obviously.