Ford's going to stand there a moment, speechless again.
He's kind of forgotten that he's holding a glass.
"The, um. The imagination spell. It hasn't progressed enough to generate constructs, has it? The-- there isn't going to be another Bill who doesn't feel that way coming in in a minute, right?"
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Ford's going to stand there a moment, speechless again.
He's kind of forgotten that he's holding a glass.
"The, um. The imagination spell. It hasn't progressed enough to generate constructs, has it? The-- there isn't going to be another Bill who doesn't feel that way coming in in a minute, right?"