[ Apollo jabs a thumb over his shoulder at the grimy darkness of the corridor behind him (and, by extension, and every other corridor throughout Reverie). ]
You think mops exist in this place?
[ Because Apollo doesn't. All jokes aside, his gaze drops to where Ricki holds his stomach. ]
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You think mops exist in this place?
[ Because Apollo doesn't. All jokes aside, his gaze drops to where Ricki holds his stomach. ]
What the hell happened to you?