[His pen lifted from paper before his hand stilled for too long, looking up at the same time—]
Ah, hello Chris. How are you doing?
[A few specific bugsnax moving around where Turo sat, the Bunger simple meandering around them in turn, as he remained seated there on that seat-like boulder.]
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Ah, hello Chris. How are you doing?
[A few specific bugsnax moving around where Turo sat, the Bunger simple meandering around them in turn, as he remained seated there on that seat-like boulder.]