"I'm pretty sure anything has a better range of motion than those clunky tin cans you call suits."
Take two high profile vid actors, a successful Noverian CEO, a famous extranet blogger, and three space hipsters, mix well, and set them into a small, confined room where they have nothing more to do than talk about than their personal accomplishments while huffing in the smell of their own farts. The levels of smug still wouldn't be enough to match the levels of smug laced along Garrus' voice.
Thankfully, he 's also kidding, but nobody needs to know that, honestly. They can figure it out for themselves.
He saunters up from behind, and comes to a rest at North's side, his arms crossed, and his poise relaxed, although his ever subtle (not) paranoia made sure his back faced a wall.
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Take two high profile vid actors, a successful Noverian CEO, a famous extranet blogger, and three space hipsters, mix well, and set them into a small, confined room where they have nothing more to do than talk about than their personal accomplishments while huffing in the smell of their own farts. The levels of smug still wouldn't be enough to match the levels of smug laced along Garrus' voice.
Thankfully, he 's also kidding, but nobody needs to know that, honestly. They can figure it out for themselves.
He saunters up from behind, and comes to a rest at North's side, his arms crossed, and his poise relaxed, although his ever subtle (not) paranoia made sure his back faced a wall.