[Oh, there's one person here who knows not to mess with a skittish agent. Phil steps out from the bushes at once, both hands raised in automatic surrender.]
And I wouldn't ask you to make time for bullshit. [It never sounds as good when he says it. Fury has a particular inflection that he can never seem to match.]
But you don't have to worry. Still human. [He glances up at his mechanic right hand.]
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And I wouldn't ask you to make time for bullshit. [It never sounds as good when he says it. Fury has a particular inflection that he can never seem to match.]
But you don't have to worry. Still human. [He glances up at his mechanic right hand.]
Well. Mostly.