[ That seems to pique Jefferson's interest. Most people don't remember their accidents-- actually, he's not sure if he's ever met anyone who retained even a little memory of it. He leans forward in his seat, intrigued. ]
You do? Which pieces?
[ He snorts at the phrasing. A bit macabre, but then, they are talking about butchering... ] Well, I suppose somebody has to do it. Better you than me.
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You do? Which pieces?
[ He snorts at the phrasing. A bit macabre, but then, they are talking about butchering... ] Well, I suppose somebody has to do it. Better you than me.