[spit and pieces of doritos fly from his mouth with the punch, collapsing before he remembers himself and grabs Gareth's arms. Not much he can do without his book, and that's been dropped somewhere he can't reach.]
Nonsense! You can't just barge in to my hideout. [Talking hurts, but that doesn't stop him. He points at Salem--] You! Don't step on my food!
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Nonsense! You can't just barge in to my hideout. [Talking hurts, but that doesn't stop him. He points at Salem--] You! Don't step on my food!