I told you, you're too stiff for your own good. This isn't noise, Master Liu. Think of a handful of loose silv…

I told you, you're too stiff for your own good. This isn't noise, Master Liu. Think of a handful of loose silver tossed across a sheet of ice, every clink a little burst of joy.

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