"No, don't!" he wails, darting forward and shielding his prototype spectrometer with his own body. "Don't do that! Fine!" He wheels on all eight legs to glare at Vika. "What do you want, damn your eyes? Because I'll tell you up front, I'm not available for delicate work today. I'm *indisposed*, and that's the complete truth."
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"No, don't!" he wails, darting forward and shielding his prototype spectrometer with his own body. "Don't do that! Fine!" He wheels on all eight legs to glare at Vika. "What do you want, damn your eyes? Because I'll tell you up front, I'm not available for delicate work today. I'm *indisposed*, and that's the complete truth."
He holds up his pedipalps indicatively.