Ever the clueless one, Ernie had still not managed to figure out what Michaud was going on about, and would probably feel very stupid about it later. Until then, he would continue being very, very clueless.
"I may be poor, but I'm no criminal," he challenged, still under the impression that this 'thing' he was supposed to be being discreet about was some sort of body-hiding expedition. "And you're rich compared to me. I bet you have a nice, big room all to yourself. A bed that didn't belong to your grandparents. But noooo, you're not a rich boy," he rambled, his nerves continuing to climb. "Rich boys don't need grunts—they need people to do their dirty work."
(Vagueness, apparently, was something Ernie just didn't get.)
"I may be poor, but I'm no criminal," he challenged, still under the impression that this 'thing' he was supposed to be being discreet about was some sort of body-hiding expedition. "And you're rich compared to me. I bet you have a nice, big room all to yourself. A bed that didn't belong to your grandparents. But noooo, you're not a rich boy," he rambled, his nerves continuing to climb. "Rich boys don't need grunts—they need people to do their dirty work."
(Vagueness, apparently, was something Ernie just didn't get.)
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