[Gogol bounces over to the controls with an excited, rubbery squeak and proceeds to fiddle with them. With the wonders of technology, he's now dressed in an expensive-looking outfit, and probably not one Rantaro expected.]
How's this? [He pops the sunglasses on, and shakes his hair out in the simulated breeze.] Don't I look like the kind of guy who'd own a yacht?
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How's this? [He pops the sunglasses on, and shakes his hair out in the simulated breeze.] Don't I look like the kind of guy who'd own a yacht?