[Alright. Drag Edward out of here, take two. Hopefully with less tile-induced concussions this time... But he only has two hands, and with one of them holding Edward, and the other holding his towel, he doesn't have one to spare to do something smart like grab the towel-bar.
Edward's ejection from their now-ruined bathroom looks less like furious manhandling and more like naked drunken skating. BUT EITHER WAY, Sigmund is taking Edward by the arm and removing him from the room, grace and dignity be damned.]
Out. Out. Sit in the hall. Just... Out. [This is the sort of calm that precedes a category 5 temper hurricane.]
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Edward's ejection from their now-ruined bathroom looks less like furious manhandling and more like naked drunken skating. BUT EITHER WAY, Sigmund is taking Edward by the arm and removing him from the room, grace and dignity be damned.]
Out. Out. Sit in the hall. Just... Out. [This is the sort of calm that precedes a category 5 temper hurricane.]