[Winston's lying on his side, sunken so comfortably into the couch cushions that he doesn't even so much as flinch at the sound of Egon busting through the door. He shifts his eyes slightly to acknowledge Egon's presence, giving a brief glance at whatever it is he's holding in his hands.]
Is it gonna stay inside my body, or are you taking it out. [He quips, dryly, as though he doesn't have a preference.]
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Is it gonna stay inside my body, or are you taking it out. [He quips, dryly, as though he doesn't have a preference.]