[For a fleeting moment Hickey has the doll in his hands and he holds it delicately, almost reverently, as he carefully fingers the fine detail. Then William kicks him in the knee and he jumps back, grunting in pain and clasping the doll tighter.]
What has got you so hopping mad? [He has a smug, mischievous little grin, and his eyes glint with amusement.] It's only fair, you know.
[Hickey's knee still hurts, but he keeps his weight on the balls of his feet, clearly waiting for the next attack.]
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What has got you so hopping mad? [He has a smug, mischievous little grin, and his eyes glint with amusement.] It's only fair, you know.
[Hickey's knee still hurts, but he keeps his weight on the balls of his feet, clearly waiting for the next attack.]