"Master Ramsey is here? Where? Where?"
Hank shot up like he'd been set on fire, bolting from his seat and rushing outside.
The man slowly got up, giving Hank a long, dreamy look.
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Suddenly, he let out a high-pitched laugh and, with a flamboyant gesture, tapped Hank's cheek with his thick, black-nailed pinky finger. "Oh, you naughty old thing! You fell on me-you're responsible for this now! Hehehe..."
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