[He shouts, scrambles back, trips again over his too large t-shirt, and ends up sprawled on the ground. Polnareff stares up in shock for just a moment-- and then:]
Don't yell! It's my dar-- damn room, you're the one who shouldn't be here, don't yell at me!
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Don't yell! It's my dar-- damn room, you're the one who shouldn't be here, don't yell at me!
[Again: all in French.]