[... You know, he did meet Crowley so he does know who he is, but with the word association going on there, he still automatically thinks that "Crowley and Tekhetsio" are some kind of disease. And that's pretty nasty, man. Clay, meanwhile, steps away from the wall while crossing his arms over his chest in a stretch routine and tries to think of some unsexy things himself.]
[He shudders a bit at the thought of that last one. But yeah, this is definitely working, as well as the stretches he's keeping up. Now he's bending down to touch his toes and keep them there for a moment.]
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High fructose corn syrup, Eldoon's Noodles, diesel trucks, cigarettes, littering, cloudy nights, blood...
[He shudders a bit at the thought of that last one. But yeah, this is definitely working, as well as the stretches he's keeping up. Now he's bending down to touch his toes and keep them there for a moment.]