[Maybe the cold has frozen the stupid out of his brain. All that's left is...GASP, NORMAL. NO, IT'S TOO SOON, HE WAS SO YOUNG.]
Jesus, you minx, don't even get my hopes up.
[He gives the eight ball one more, somewhat less enthusiastic shake.]
"Don't count on it?" There's no need to get all rude about it! Geeze, you think I'd been overworking it or something.
[Disappointed, he tosses the toy easily to the side. It thumps lightly, not enough to break, and rolls a few feet away. Nathan groans.]
What do you think I'll find? Anything, come on! I'm thinking something sinister. The whole grocery store-toy store combo's too vanilla for this freakshow town.
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Jesus, you minx, don't even get my hopes up.
[He gives the eight ball one more, somewhat less enthusiastic shake.]
"Don't count on it?" There's no need to get all rude about it! Geeze, you think I'd been overworking it or something.
[Disappointed, he tosses the toy easily to the side. It thumps lightly, not enough to break, and rolls a few feet away. Nathan groans.]
What do you think I'll find? Anything, come on! I'm thinking something sinister. The whole grocery store-toy store combo's too vanilla for this freakshow town.