[Oh my god. Wash breathes out hard through his nose, trying to get a tenuous grip on the patience that was always pretty thing, even after an extended period of time managing the Reds and Blues.]
Why are you lying down instead of doing something useful.
[The way he grinds it out between gritted teeth, it barely constitutes as a question.]
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Why are you lying down instead of doing something useful.
[The way he grinds it out between gritted teeth, it barely constitutes as a question.]