[his expression cycles through a few different emotional extremes for a split second-- he must've had some of that fucked up surgery like rapunzel had. it makes him feel nauseated with anger, that they'd taken kids and hurt them like this. you can't say sterling archer doesn't have some standards.]
How the hell long does it last?! [archer hops back over the counter for a moment, looking around, then grabs a sleeping bag from one of the camping displays. he's overwhelmed with hatred for retail for a split second before he tosses it over at falco.] Muffle it! God, my hangover!
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How the hell long does it last?! [archer hops back over the counter for a moment, looking around, then grabs a sleeping bag from one of the camping displays. he's overwhelmed with hatred for retail for a split second before he tosses it over at falco.] Muffle it! God, my hangover!