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Whacks it against his head. Lightly. Asininely.
This is divine retribution.]
Stop hitting yourself.
[Inaba can definitely sleep easy tonight.]
I can't move it! You're lying on it...and anyway...
[He repeats that motion from a second ago, with a chuckle. He's five.]
Stop hitting yourself.