[Jon is huffing and puffing as he finishes with his shoes and snatches the hat back. It's jammed awkwardly onto his head, one-handed. That still leaves the damn tail. Jon reaches behind himself to catch it in his freehand, and it takes him a few tries with the way it's lashing. The tip flicks back and forth, clearly speaking to his agitation.]
Some of us hold ourselves to a higher standard than some people. [A beat.] I need to use your toilet. Please.
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Some of us hold ourselves to a higher standard than some people. [A beat.] I need to use your toilet. Please.