[It's kind of too bad because Gary laughs again anyway, but at least this time it's more of a snicker. He turns to walk into his house, stopping right at the door before turning back again.]
Word of advice, Dave. Remember those flashing neon signs we talked about? I'd work on them.
Well the good news is Gary doesn't make any quip, he doesn't snicker or laugh. But when he walks over and grabs the bag he has the most annoyingly knowing smirk on his face that he's worn all day.
And after he grabs the bag, he stands there and holds the smirk for a very brief moment and somehow it manages to intensify in smug. As if this look says more than any insult or mocking words could ever say.
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Word of advice, Dave. Remember those flashing neon signs we talked about? I'd work on them.
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A heaviness in his hand reminds him that he's still toting around that bag with the macarons.]
Wait.
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Yeah?
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You forgot this.
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Well the good news is Gary doesn't make any quip, he doesn't snicker or laugh. But when he walks over and grabs the bag he has the most annoyingly knowing smirk on his face that he's worn all day.
And after he grabs the bag, he stands there and holds the smirk for a very brief moment and somehow it manages to intensify in smug. As if this look says more than any insult or mocking words could ever say.
Then he turns back to walk into his house.]
See you tomorrow, loser.