[Wrath is easily swept out the door-- the only thing stopping him from fitting right into one of Ralph's shovel-like hands is the fact that they're not quite as big here as they're supposed to be.]
Okay!
[And, very agreeably, he trundles off down the hall.]
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Okay!
[And, very agreeably, he trundles off down the hall.]
[Five minutes later, he's back.]
Um, I forget where it is.