She sighs, rolling her eyes, but the sentiment is not really all that bad. And she is terribly curious about his change of behavior. There had not been all that much that she'd gained from the dream bubbles as far as useful information went.
"Glub glub, well," she huffs. "I'm still not dead, and you're-- you're reely not retarded, are you? That's not normal."
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"Glub glub, well," she huffs. "I'm still not dead, and you're-- you're reely not retarded, are you? That's not normal."