[ Bennequin pauses in its work, doesn't turn around when the name is called. Hands lifted halfway with a staple gun, its struggling a little, plastic fingers having trouble holding it. ]
Help me with this. [ The voice is hollow, Benny's but not, the Louisiana drawl far too exaggerated, some kind of caricature of the man its impersonating.
Somewhere, Benny is sick of this fucking thing, searching high and low for it, unaware of the bullshit it's currently causing. ]
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Help me with this. [ The voice is hollow, Benny's but not, the Louisiana drawl far too exaggerated, some kind of caricature of the man its impersonating.
Somewhere, Benny is sick of this fucking thing, searching high and low for it, unaware of the bullshit it's currently causing. ]