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Hnnng...
: Excuse me?
Grrrrrr...
Pah! I win.
: You win...what, exactly? What's going on?
Oh, just a little staring contest between me and you. I won.
What?! You can't win if I didn't know we were playing? Now, give me another chance...
Sorry. I just retired from the sport of staring contests.
: Fine, whatever. Why should I care? I've never given you a second thought.
Is that so? I seem to remember you asking me for a little help with some magic.
: Yes, but if you recall—you never did help me.
Ah, yes. Why was that?
Because you asked me to pick herbs in return! Imagine that—a holy man like me, picking herbs. A ridiculous notion! Besides, I clearly didn't need the help. I was probably taking pity on you.
You are quite rude, aren't you?
On the contrary, I am a man of the gods. Anything I say is divinely sanctioned. You're the one who enjoys belittling people.
I-I don't belittle people!
Ah, now I've won.
Won what?!
Oh ho! The insult contest. And now, I retire from the sport of insults.
Oh, you're a devious little monk...
It seems we're more alike than either of us would care to admit.