"I know we're inside my head, Spock, but I'm not in the mood for being cryptic or for riddles," he growled, watching Spock, his little sun actually turning him around as he sat cross-legged on it, a god carelessly using his creations.
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"I know we're inside my head, Spock, but I'm not in the mood for being cryptic or for riddles," he growled, watching Spock, his little sun actually turning him around as he sat cross-legged on it, a god carelessly using his creations.