[An apology? Over the hair prank? He looked up at the robot, a frazzled, broken little photographer. He thought about it. It would be the most sensible thing to do...but he was Henry Townshend! He was 21/21! He was a destined god-killer! He wasn't going to be bullied by some stupid space robot.]
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[An apology? Over the hair prank? He looked up at the robot, a frazzled, broken little photographer. He thought about it. It would be the most sensible thing to do...but he was Henry Townshend! He was 21/21! He was a destined god-killer! He wasn't going to be bullied by some stupid space robot.]
[He squares his jaw and squints.]
No.