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[jumpthegun]

[Well, all right, that's more the sort of insult Sherlock would throw at him. It glances off John much more easily than questioning his mental health does.]

You're a spider, Mr. Pierce. I know you haven't been and won't be idle spinning a web for yourself here. Maybe you and the Administrator can find some common ground there.

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[peacemongering]

I appear to have left my other four limbs at home, as well as my slick producing sacks.

Do you think if I continue to ask her for mastermind advice, she will respond favourably?

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[jumpthegun]

I think we're done here, don't you, Mr. Pierce?

I'll look forward to you asking after my patients. I aim for satisfaction and an easy health care experience.

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[peacemongering]

That would be up to you to decide, Doctor. You were the one who came to me after all.

Given there is a lack of health care in a place like this, I have no doubt that the standard must always remain low.

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[jumpthegun]

[John feels himself bristling again. But this time, he doesn't rise to the bait.]

Good morning, sir.