[ He stops, abruptly, running his thumb along one of his (perfect) fingernails. It's broken off and ripped down to the quick. THANKS A LOT, OZ! ]
Tch! I'll deal with you later!
[ He sweeps up the remaining mousetraps, including the ones Oz is holding, and then moves towards the closet, clearly intending to disappear that way--
aaaaaaaaaand then he thinks better of it. With a SERIOUSLY CHEESED-OFF expression, he stalks out. Through the door. ]
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[ He stops, abruptly, running his thumb along one of his (perfect) fingernails. It's broken off and ripped down to the quick. THANKS A LOT, OZ! ]
Tch! I'll deal with you later!
[ He sweeps up the remaining mousetraps, including the ones Oz is holding, and then moves towards the closet, clearly intending to disappear that way--
aaaaaaaaaand then he thinks better of it. With a SERIOUSLY CHEESED-OFF expression, he stalks out. Through the door. ]