[The expression on Sully's face is a mix of disgust and disappointment as he dangles the sock between his thumb and forefinger. Who the hell gives one sock as a gift? His nose scrunches up like he's just smelled something putrid, and he gives the sock a sniff before promptly dropping it back into the box.]
For God's sake...
[He looks over at Badou.]
Yeah, yeah, all right, all right. [He lets the box go, wiping his hand on his pants.] Least it wasn't a bomb.
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For God's sake...
[He looks over at Badou.]
Yeah, yeah, all right, all right. [He lets the box go, wiping his hand on his pants.] Least it wasn't a bomb.