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Angie growls.
"Dear Lord. . . please, let me spare this girl."
Angie growls.
"Dear Lord. . . please, let me spare this girl."
"Spare me? Oh please. '
"Yes, spare you, because I am inches away from strangling you."
" you seem to forget that we are in my kitchen and I know where the knives are. "
"Oh for the love of-" Angie huffs, pulling a dagger from somewhere in her tunic.
"I have this, you know."
"Wow that's dangerous oh no. "
Angie snorts.
"It is, actually. I know how to use this thing, whereas you couldn't even hit me if you tried."
"I'd watch what you say.. "
Angie tikts her head.
"Oh? And why is that? Should I be scared of you?"
"Yes you should be. "
"Oh, and why's that? Will you go all socially awkward on me? Will you yell again? Ooh, I'm so scared of you and your scathing remarks!" Angie says snarkily.
"You can screech your words all you want but I will not listen you are in me house and you do not know me. "
"I'm not screeching, though. I'm talking in a normal volume now." Angie huffs.
"Screeching doesn't always mean your loud. "
"Oh for the love of-" Angie growls.
"'Screeching' is this." she demonstrates, turning the word "this" into a scream.
"This is not screeching." she says, speaking normally.
Agnes rolled her eyes and and opened a drawer pulling stuff out of it and slamming it on the counter
"You know what? I'm challenging you right here, right now. Let's see who should really be scared here." Angie growls.
"Fuck off. "
Angie unsheathes her dagger.
"No. Because even if this is your house, I am your guest, and you have been nothing but rude."
"And I am your host! "
"And it is the duty of the host to be polite to their guests!"
"And this is not your house, I am not your wife so you don't get to boss me around! "
"And I am not your wife, so neither do you!"
"Your in my house! '
"We've been over this, and at this point, I don't even care!"
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