[Joseph heads over the freezer, grabbing a towel. He starts scooping out some ice and puts it in the center of the towel, tying it off after a few handfuls.]
They're called emotes, Caesar. [Jeez.] And we talked about more than just emotes.
[He returns next to Caesar's side and puts the makeshift icepack to his face. Gently. He doesn't feel like getting punched again, thanks.]
Anyway, [he pops off the top to the shoebox with his free hand and, sure enough, it's filled nearly to the brim with comic books. Not all of them are in plastic, but quite a number of them are. And Joseph's actually organized them alphabetically by series.] Some of these aren't as good as the ones back home, but they're not bad. I've read a couple five or six times already.
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They're called emotes, Caesar. [Jeez.] And we talked about more than just emotes.
[He returns next to Caesar's side and puts the makeshift icepack to his face. Gently. He doesn't feel like getting punched again, thanks.]
Anyway, [he pops off the top to the shoebox with his free hand and, sure enough, it's filled nearly to the brim with comic books. Not all of them are in plastic, but quite a number of them are. And Joseph's actually organized them alphabetically by series.] Some of these aren't as good as the ones back home, but they're not bad. I've read a couple five or six times already.