[ Peter. Peter you are a sweet precious creature and Pell loves you but you are really weird sometimes. At least it doesn't phase him anymore to walk into a room and find the human hanging out on the ceiling. He simply blinks once, and points to his own temple curiously. ]
Don't you find all the blood rushes to your head like that, Peter?
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Don't you find all the blood rushes to your head like that, Peter?