"Think you can stomach it if I put it in your mouth?" the Hyeol-cheon Do-ma asked, his voice a low provocation.
"I'll chew it up and swallow it whole."
"Look here, So-gyoju. There is a natural order to things."
"And isn't it natural to have snacks with a drink?"
The Hyeol-cheon Do-ma pressed his fingers to his temples as if fighting off a sudden migraine. Then, his patience snapped. He shot to his feet, his chair scraping against the
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