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"Hey Lestat? You got a sec, babe?"
"Oui, my dear Louis. For you, always."
"All right. So give me a five-letter word for a pain in the neck."
"Sting."
"Nope."
"Gripe."
"...No."
"Pinch."
"Uh, uh."
"Throe."
"Throe?"
"Louis, mon coeur, surely you realize with whom you are speaking. I have been known to experience as many as eleven agonizing things before breakfast."
"Yeah, and too bad Lestat's got six letters instead of five—"
"But you know what doesn't—"
"Don't you dare say it."
"...David."
"All right. You happy? Serious answers only."
"Five letters?"
"For a pain in the neck..."