[Mike tries to shake his head, but it comes out as more of a twitch. His face is still a nearly comedic picture of shock. Clearly, this is some kind of prank. Deerington has reached into the deepest recesses of his mind and drawn on his wildest desires.]
I'm- [He shoves a clumsy thumb over his shoulder, back at the building he's he's only just pedaled away from.] I'm leaving work.
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I'm- [He shoves a clumsy thumb over his shoulder, back at the building he's he's only just pedaled away from.] I'm leaving work.