[He stops in front of the taller troll, delicately takes one of his wrists and presses slim fingers to where his bloodpusher is beating like a drum against the inside of his ribs. It seems to mean something to him, and he releases Kurloz a moment later, giving him another wave.]
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Hey, buddy!
[Mituna glances around, almost furtively.]
... Thith ith thome fucking thinkpan-breaking thit.