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[ This door is being kicked open by a Larxene, looking cool and collected, and that's never a good sign. One hand up, her fingers are curled into a fist around a lock of blond hair, shaking it violently. ]

I know you're here. Next time you want to pull something like that with me, I won't be stopping at your skull.