[Jack stares. And blinks. And stares a little more, for several seconds. Just to be sure he's heard all of that.
Then he erupts into braying, crowing laughter, head thrown back, kicking the seat of the couch in delight.]
Are you actually-! [He only gets out snatches of words and phrases between laughs and howls.] You- I cannot actually believe you. You are the living incarnation of the British Museum!
[He stares for a moment at the peal of laughter, looking a little bewildered, before a slow smile crosses his face and then, then he starts giggling too.]
Oh god, you're right. Except, y'know, I don't actually keep the stuff. I'm good at finding things. Recently, there was this guy, I think he must've been East German. Heard him speak Russo-Deutsche. He wanted me to find this mythical lost Shakespeare-Marlowe play.
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Then he erupts into braying, crowing laughter, head thrown back, kicking the seat of the couch in delight.]
Are you actually-! [He only gets out snatches of words and phrases between laughs and howls.] You- I cannot actually believe you. You are the living incarnation of the British Museum!
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Oh god, you're right. Except, y'know, I don't actually keep the stuff. I'm good at finding things. Recently, there was this guy, I think he must've been East German. Heard him speak Russo-Deutsche. He wanted me to find this mythical lost Shakespeare-Marlowe play.