(his fingers dance in the air, up, down, as if he was conducting a melody only them get to hear until he boops gogol on the nose. just a brief taste of the so hated no longer human, with a sprinkle of playfulness to subdue the seriousness of the matter.)
Oh, do tell me the rules! Is it in the rules that I must follow them, though?
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Oh, do tell me the rules! Is it in the rules that I must follow them, though?