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Gesner thinks Here we go again.
Across the pitch, Kaiser is yanking almost affectionately (ick ick ick) at Ness’ hair, Ness’ face as pink as it, his eyes wide and glassy, his lips parted; across the pitch, Kaiser smiles with half of his mouth—more of a grin, really, the fucking dickhead—says, “Good boy, Ness,” and Ness looks like he’s going to fucking jizz his pants.
“Oh my god,” Gesner yells, “can you guys fucking stop?”
