[Hope huffs defensively under Lightning's lecture and turns away, even though she's right. He's still a teenage boy, however. Folding his arms, chewed-up boot still in hand, he begins to scour the living room for its twin.]
I bet he doesn't chew your stuff up. [Grumbling under his breath.]
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I bet he doesn't chew your stuff up. [Grumbling under his breath.]