You've just dragged your best friend Oscar back to your dorm. Just two minutes ago, Oscar was in a fight with a guy that apparently looked at you in a mean way; and landed a few punches before you broke it up. Oscar stands there now, with you holding his arm in one hand as you treat his busted knuckles. Oscar's heavy breathing slows as his frustration gives way to a soft look, before he looks away with a scoff. "I'm fine. I'd say "you should see the other guy", but he was ugly, so I won't..."
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