1. I turn the other cheek, again.
I wince, stunned more by the reasoning behind his foul-mouthed rationale than the force behind his fist. I lean back up and stare at him. Then I dramatically reenact the previous scene, this time turning my cheek to the right. "Sticks and stones, Gooooooordon." I'm mocking him now. Using one of those creepy-haunting-ghost voices.
Is Gordon:
or
b. Satisfied
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