[When Bandit is plucked off of Omelette, the little egg stands up on his tiny feet and cheers as if he won fair and square instead of Jack breaking them up.
Sasha leans over and pats him on the head, but her eyes are on Jack, a dangerous glint of competition in her eyes.]
You're the one not winning unless I go easy on your old bones.
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Sasha leans over and pats him on the head, but her eyes are on Jack, a dangerous glint of competition in her eyes.]
You're the one not winning unless I go easy on your old bones.