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[cervid]

There was a fight? [Actually. Of course there was, never mind.]

It'd only be a trophy if it was gold and I could pawn it

[netherese]

I'll take that as confirmation that it isn't.

[... hmm. Gross. Just walking around with a raw tooth in there.]

Not even silver, eh? Poor luck on that front, my friend.

[cervid]

Curious about what the fuss was about, if I'm knocking a feller's teeth out

[Translation: Was I saving your scrawny ass, nerd?]

[netherese]

[Funny he should ask that...]

Well, that I called the fellow in question a 'gentleman' was taking some liberties— he was using some particularly colorful language. I didn't mind so much when the disparaging remarks were about either of us, but when he began to say untoward things about Miss Mary-Beth and Miss Abigail...

[It wasn't Arthur who threw the first punch, shall we say.]

[cervid]

Didn't know you had it in you, professor.

[netherese]

When the occasion calls for it, I most certainly do. I consider myself to be a tolerant man, but there is a line that once it is crossed, I simply cannot abide!

[cervid]

Sure. Was it the big feller with the cauliflower ear?

[netherese]

That's the one. I'm not a small man by any stretch of the imagination, but even so, I'm afraid I didn't take into consideration in the moment that I might be punching above my weight class.

[cervid]

[He's going to charitably leave that first part alone.]

Considering in the moment ain't really a specialty of yours

[netherese]

[Bless you, Mr. Morgan.]

I suppose it isn't, when the moment takes me.

[As it often does, in various ways.]

Here I thought you might be proud, though perhaps there would be better chance of that if you hadn't had to intervene.