Christ, [Zay manages, but only that, because he can barely think. He... he...
... he's going to come far, far too soon if this keeps up. He gulps in air and tries for words again.] Don't think I'd -- complain. Depends -- Depends how long you want me to... god -- [Close enough. Should get the point across.]
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... he's going to come far, far too soon if this keeps up. He gulps in air and tries for words again.] Don't think I'd -- complain. Depends -- Depends how long you want me to... god -- [Close enough. Should get the point across.]