[Yeah, like that's gonna happen. Well, maybe not for a while, but still. Todd's a teenager: ten feet tall and bulletproof, at least until trouble actually strikes.
But he's done arguing about it, anyway. So he picks himself the rest of the way off and grumbles,]
Sure, whatever.
[He takes one hop away, then pauses, shuffling with awkwardness rather than reluctance this time, before saying,]
Hey, uh, thanks, man. For gettin' that door open and whatever.
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But he's done arguing about it, anyway. So he picks himself the rest of the way off and grumbles,]
Sure, whatever.
[He takes one hop away, then pauses, shuffling with awkwardness rather than reluctance this time, before saying,]
Hey, uh, thanks, man. For gettin' that door open and whatever.