[He's almost ready to let Stiles try to throw the stupid sponge just to prove his point, but he relents nonetheless. Slumping a bit lower into his seat he keeps on nursing his cigar, wishing he brought a cold beer out here because there's an ache brewing in his shoulder. He pats his pocket for his wallet, peeking into it as he speaks.]
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[He's almost ready to let Stiles try to throw the stupid sponge just to prove his point, but he relents nonetheless. Slumping a bit lower into his seat he keeps on nursing his cigar, wishing he brought a cold beer out here because there's an ache brewing in his shoulder. He pats his pocket for his wallet, peeking into it as he speaks.]
You missed a spot to the left, by the way.