[And Edgeworth digs in his heels once again, and tells Snape, sourly:]
Mr. Snape, I will stand here and play very loud songs very badly until you come with me to medical. There's a flute in that cabinet over there; I have the means to make good on this threat. Do you wish to endure my bad music?
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Mr. Snape, I will stand here and play very loud songs very badly until you come with me to medical. There's a flute in that cabinet over there; I have the means to make good on this threat. Do you wish to endure my bad music?