...Jesus Christ, Orpheus, you look like Death warmed over. Out of energy...so there's clearly one solution. Snag the back of your collar and bodily DRAG you towards the food court.
"Of course you don't...you don't care for much anymore, not openly. But I need to talk to you without you passing out in the midst of it."
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"Of course you don't...you don't care for much anymore, not openly. But I need to talk to you without you passing out in the midst of it."