[The phrasing is a little unusual considering she came back outside just to tell him this, but it's nothing strange enough to distract Sigmund from his apparent purpose in life this month, which is to be increasingly frustrated with pretty much everything that happens to him.] Damn, I really thought you planned things better than this... I'll go check.
[If they keep stealing paper from the faculty office to print more of these posters, eventually he's going to start feeling bad about it. Awful. Anyway, he'll just slam the car door shut, lock it, and traipse back towards the building.
The poster on his back flutters peacefully, content with its place in the multiverse.]
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[If they keep stealing paper from the faculty office to print more of these posters, eventually he's going to start feeling bad about it. Awful. Anyway, he'll just slam the car door shut, lock it, and traipse back towards the building.
The poster on his back flutters peacefully, content with its place in the multiverse.]