[And lo, Quentin eats shit once again with a very angry squawk of surprise. But even if he's on the ground with some breath knocked out of him, he's still got an advantage. His arm-reach hasn't lessened, you little shit.
Say your prayers, little man! Because Quentin Beck is going right for the legs to try and topple Peter over out of pure pettiness.]
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Say your prayers, little man! Because Quentin Beck is going right for the legs to try and topple Peter over out of pure pettiness.]
Fuck you!