[The lens stares right back at him, his expression inscrutable because, again, he has no expressions.]
I hear what you're saying... [he starts, slowly,] And I... disagree.
[He then abruptly zips away, singing a "spy song"a capella. Most of the base has learned to ignore him by now, so they all instinctively step out of the way while he wheels through the crowd.]
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I hear what you're saying... [he starts, slowly,] And I... disagree.
[He then abruptly zips away, singing a "spy song" a capella. Most of the base has learned to ignore him by now, so they all instinctively step out of the way while he wheels through the crowd.]