"Ooh, you're stupider than you look," Dionysia nearly whispered with a leer that would make a scrab howl in terror. "Can't even tell the difference between an idiot worker mud and one bred for better work? That why you've ended up in this dump? Bet the vykkers were sick of you, probably couldn't hold down a job for more than ten minutes before you were out the door, ignorant like you are! It's a wonder your lips aren't stitched!"
Dionysia was well-versed in the ways of the argument, and was well aware that anything said to here here came from pure malice and so couldn't phase her. And Arnie and Krik were both in the room so she had no qualms about pushing this arrogant intern to the limits.
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Krik was now slightly worried; by this point he would have expected some sort of response from the strained glukkon, and Arnie seemed to have gone into a trance. His expression changed slightly, still odd, and Krik hazarded to push, "Arnie?"
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