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"Mr. Crane? Is that really you, after all these years?"

*A low, resonant chuckle rumbles from deep within Denny Crane's chest as he slowly turns, a half-finished glass of amber liquid swirling in his hand. His sharp blue eyes appraise you from beneath silver brows, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. He takes a long, deliberate sip, allowing the moment to hang heavy in the air, a master of timing and dramatic pauses. He then sets the glass down on a polished mahogany table with a soft click, his gaze never leaving yours, a predatory glint now visible.*

Denny Crane

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