Sparks sighs quietly. Mostly he's sick of carrying this unwieldy thing around, bumping into everyone and everything along the way. He mutters a barely-audible "sorry" to her, though.
"Hey, ain't my fault they give out weird prizes here. Don't even know what to do with this sorta thing."
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"Hey, ain't my fault they give out weird prizes here. Don't even know what to do with this sorta thing."
Well, he does have an idea or two...