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       âYou canât just pop through time whenever you feel like it. There are consequences. And it is terribly rude.â
          âYOU WILL HAVE to pardon my manners, then, Monsieur,â RenĂ© grunted, groping around for SOMETHING with which to cover himself. He had been ASLEEP, sans shirt, and found himself WHENEVER HE WAS. SANS SHIRT. He paused, his mind finally working through what had been said. âYou seem to think I could CONTROL this..â












