[If Horse were any good at redirecting his anger, he probably 1) would not be hackling like his spine is about to wrench out of alignment and 2) would be quite cross with Metzger's stupid papers, who even cares about that.] You were in the shitter with your crossword puzzle, [he says.
Lurches around the edge of the table, but at least his approach has the (debatably) reassuring accompaniment of the bartender's voice, saying:]
That's right, boys. [It's possible that the Irkallans aren't complete morons, or at least that they're sensitive to the quality of reception. There are two or three footfalls underlying Horse's rather noisy stride, diminishing with the beginning of a retreat. Unfortunately, that also means that Horse will be coming up on turned backs and blind sides, the group of four shuffling back toward the narrow doorway. If he keeps coming.]
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Lurches around the edge of the table, but at least his approach has the (debatably) reassuring accompaniment of the bartender's voice, saying:]
That's right, boys. [It's possible that the Irkallans aren't complete morons, or at least that they're sensitive to the quality of reception. There are two or three footfalls underlying Horse's rather noisy stride, diminishing with the beginning of a retreat. Unfortunately, that also means that Horse will be coming up on turned backs and blind sides, the group of four shuffling back toward the narrow doorway. If he keeps coming.]