"I'm lucky there's glass here," Myx said.
"You think that thing would latch onto you, Myx?"
"Look at that sucking mouth!"
"I wish I had a nickel for--"
"You're so predictable," Myx interrupted. "Why not keep to the script?"
"We got a script?" I was buying just a little time while I angled not to get the glare of the flash--if it flashed (I had the camera set to auto).
"Just take the photo before this tank springs a leak and glues my pages together," Myx said.
"Speaking of gluing pages together, I wish I had a--"
"So predictable," Myx said.

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