[Panting, Vanellope backs up a bit, but the necklace she's wearing is glowing an ominous red- it's easily visible in the darkness of the cell now. She doesn't seem like she's upset she's been cornered in here, essentially- in fact, she's just grinning even wider now.]
Good job ham-hands, ya caught me. So now what are ya gonna do? Go- 'Ooh Vanellope, kid! What's gotten into ya??'
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Good job ham-hands, ya caught me. So now what are ya gonna do? Go- 'Ooh Vanellope, kid! What's gotten into ya??'