"Was who what?" Virgil cocks his head, waving a hand as he smiles. "Everything's fine. That creep just did something rude, and I was about to say something to him when.. well, you saw the mess.
Thank you." He steps up and takes his ball, sending it down the lane a bit more sharply than intended. One pin snaps in half as it is tossed back into the recesses of the lane, amidst the flurry of motion of the strike.
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