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Kila (thought): Hold on a moment, Twelve-
RATTLE RATTLE CLUNK!
Macey: You didn’t block the door again, right?
Kila: No.
Macey: Wow, because, it kind of feels like you did.
Kila: It is- you have weak arms and can’t open door.
Kila: (thought): I’ll- I’ll just be a moment, Twelve! Don’t do anything I told you not to do!
Macey: We talked about this, pal o’ mine. This is a fire hazard.
Kila: Indeed I am a fire hazard!
Macey: Bam! Ooh what was that? About weak arms and can’t open door?
Clack!