[ Sylvain, you fool. You dense motherfucker. You absolute stale, butt end slices of clearance aisle Wonderbread. Midnight hums in agreement, then takes this dramatic arm clasp as a green light to pull his new friend into a nice hug. He's a very good hugger. Very cuddly. Sylvain, retreat now or Midnight is not going to let go. ]
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