[Ooh Mr. Layton ooh. Alas, he's too busy being super confused to really register the majesty of Hershel's physical prowess. His expression is a good deal more unsettled than usual up until he catches sight of the conspicuous bracelet clinging tightly as ever to his wrist.
Zero had given him some kind of injection... just what was it? Not Soporil, but something else...?
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He made the deal to help out Hershel, and yet here he is causing trouble...]
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Zero had given him some kind of injection... just what was it? Not Soporil, but something else...?
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He made the deal to help out Hershel, and yet here he is causing trouble...]
...Sorry for worrying you. I can walk now.