Pratt:
Permission to check on the condition of my woman, sir? I wanna check on her bandages and see if she can keep some food down.
Edwards:
You are aware, of course, that this woman of yours is... made of... straw?
Pratt:
Oh, yes, sir. Figure that's why she burned so easy.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:31