"Yes," Wesley said. He took another drink. "I, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, am going to wallow. I shall lay here in my abject misery and reflect upon the shoddy hand Fate has seen fit to deal me on this dismal evening. I shall call upon the tradition of Wyndam-Pryces everywhere who, when the chips were down, sat right down with them and declared 'Oh bugger it all, life's too hard'."
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