[Where as normally Poland might have inquired into Rapture trailing off, he's having trouble with his own lines of thought so he doesn't bother. For all he knows Rapture finished that sentence and his ears just gave out on him from his fever momentarily.]
I'll totally make it to dinner. [And when it's your birthday you're the only one that actually matters so. It should be fine.]
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I'll totally make it to dinner. [And when it's your birthday you're the only one that actually matters so. It should be fine.]