[ There is suddenly a knife at your throat, and a broad, firm body at your back. Whatever's back there reeks of sweat and blood and booze. The knife presses against the skin of your neck. Not hard enough to draw blood, not yet. ]
Hullo there. No screaming, if you please.
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[ He scrabbles for a towel to plug up his nose. ]
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starts looking around his kitchen for alcohol ]
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Martin, meanwhile, manages to soak this towel with blood for now. And moves to get ice out of the freezer. ]
Where the hell did you even come from?
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Ocean.
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Can you be more specific!
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You know, man, the ocean.
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