[A hardness of three point five. Three hundred years without a single job. Phos's mouth quivers a little. It's not like they don't know what everyone already says.
There's a quarter of the hambuger left. Phos picks up the plate and puts the remainder on it, holding it out to the weird person. They laugh, softly, a bit tiredly.]
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[A hardness of three point five. Three hundred years without a single job. Phos's mouth quivers a little. It's not like they don't know what everyone already says.
There's a quarter of the hambuger left. Phos picks up the plate and puts the remainder on it, holding it out to the weird person. They laugh, softly, a bit tiredly.]
Wow. You're like Bort.