Right. Sorry. It's just...this place somehow being even more insidiously evil than Ponyville.
[He has a distinct feeling of the warm fuzzies. That's normally gross enough for him to rip his hand away, but he actually likes Marty enough to want to keep him going. And...he hates it, but staying in contact with him makes him feel stronger, more alert. There's some illegal substance analogy to be drawn here, he's sure.]
Ugh. I know where you're coming from on that, but it doesn't have to be.
[He gently (but with no room for argument) herds Marty inside and settles him on the couch, pulling away to start on that soup. He keeps talking as he goes.]
You don't have to let it. You're the kind of friendly guy people like. Just grab your friendly acquaintances like it's just a thing you do, and you'll meet the freaky touchy-feely quota in no time.
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[He has a distinct feeling of the warm fuzzies. That's normally gross enough for him to rip his hand away, but he actually likes Marty enough to want to keep him going. And...he hates it, but staying in contact with him makes him feel stronger, more alert. There's some illegal substance analogy to be drawn here, he's sure.]
Ugh. I know where you're coming from on that, but it doesn't have to be.
[He gently (but with no room for argument) herds Marty inside and settles him on the couch, pulling away to start on that soup. He keeps talking as he goes.]
You don't have to let it. You're the kind of friendly guy people like. Just grab your friendly acquaintances like it's just a thing you do, and you'll meet the freaky touchy-feely quota in no time.