[Blake lets go of his hair, but keeps a firm grip on his collar. This little bastard isn't wriggling away.
He's pissed off and now he's got something to aim it at. All the beating on these idiot thugs has his blood up, and there's something wild in his eye.]
Damn right it's me.
[He glares right back.] Bullshit. How'd you do it? Were you fuckin' stalking me? You a goddamn ventriloquist, too?
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He's pissed off and now he's got something to aim it at. All the beating on these idiot thugs has his blood up, and there's something wild in his eye.]
Damn right it's me.
[He glares right back.] Bullshit. How'd you do it? Were you fuckin' stalking me? You a goddamn ventriloquist, too?