[ Yi Sang blinks, evaluating the scene before him. Sinclair has denied Don and Hong Lu of their endeavors, and if they now intend to subject Sinclair to a rubbing alcohol sample after him, then he must go first. Thus -- ]
Do -- do you, perchance, suggest that following my sample, it shall be Sinclair's opportunity to partake? And so, were I to resist, you would be unable to lay that wettened ball upon his tongue?
[ He shall be strong. He shall be strong, not for the sake of his own taste buds, but for Sinclair's poor palate.
Has he not learned that his own fate lies within his own palms?
For one reason or another, it's beginning to feel a little like they're keeping poor Sinclair hostage. It's okay, Sinclair. They're in it together... ]
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Do -- do you, perchance, suggest that following my sample, it shall be Sinclair's opportunity to partake? And so, were I to resist, you would be unable to lay that wettened ball upon his tongue?
[ He shall be strong. He shall be strong, not for the sake of his own taste buds, but for Sinclair's poor palate.
Has he not learned that his own fate lies within his own palms?
For one reason or another, it's beginning to feel a little like they're keeping poor Sinclair hostage. It's okay, Sinclair. They're in it together... ]