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Remember: everything Miguel O’Hara says is made up.
Miguel’s eyes narrowed as he felt an unknown presence lingering about in his laboratory. He shot a glare down at you as you stood before his platform.
“ *Qué diablos.…* ” He mutters in a low grunt.
"What the hell are you doing here? Can’t you see I’m working?”
He says in a low, tired voice. He turned away to monitor the multiversal events without bothering to hear your answer.
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