[Nathan furrows his brow. This is an excellent question. An excellent question that he TOTALLY has an answer for because he's been paranoid about just this thing every time he stays in that goddamn creepy store.]
You mean aside from consulting my psychic spherical friend?
[He grins.]
I'd grenade bomb them with petroleum jelly! Their soft, shitty bodies won't be able to do anything when they're gobbed down with heavy sticky shit. This is a last resort, of course, because I can think of much better things to do with what I affectionately call my wank gunk, but sacrifices must be made in the event of flesh-craving stuffies.
[He pauses.]
Or I guess I could climb onto a table or something. I doubt their little knob hands would be very good at ascending furniture.
She's not even sure if that's worth bringing up, really. She's starting to think that every time she talks to him, there's going to be a baseline level of disgusting that she deals with. But she's still making a face.]
You're so gross.
[She still feels required to acknowledge it.]
What if they could climb and you didn't have enough petroleum jelly to stop all of them?
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You mean aside from consulting my psychic spherical friend?
[He grins.]
I'd grenade bomb them with petroleum jelly! Their soft, shitty bodies won't be able to do anything when they're gobbed down with heavy sticky shit. This is a last resort, of course, because I can think of much better things to do with what I affectionately call my wank gunk, but sacrifices must be made in the event of flesh-craving stuffies.
[He pauses.]
Or I guess I could climb onto a table or something. I doubt their little knob hands would be very good at ascending furniture.
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She's not even sure if that's worth bringing up, really. She's starting to think that every time she talks to him, there's going to be a baseline level of disgusting that she deals with. But she's still making a face.]
You're so gross.
[She still feels required to acknowledge it.]
What if they could climb and you didn't have enough petroleum jelly to stop all of them?
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[Think fast, Nathan.]
I'd pee on them. They can't hurt me if I've marked them with my scent.
[He puts a finger to his temple. Aha! see how smart?]
Stuffed animals are still animals. And that's just animal mentality.
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That... isn't how it works.
[Is this some weird way of cheating? Being gross to get her to move on to the next scenario?
...Okay, probably not.]