"For freak's sake." It takes a moment for Vincent to recover his composure.
"FAILURE... FIASCO... FLOP? NAH."
What the hell are you babbling about?
"FINDING DESCRIPTIVES FOR THIS SITUATION THAT BEGIN WITH THE LETTER 'F'. THERE'S ONE I'D LIKE TO USE, BUT NOT IN POLITE COMPANY." The officer leans back against an invisible wall, arms crossed across his chest as it judges him silently from the back of his head.
Give it a rest.
"YOU'RE NOT THINKING IT THROUGH. DETAILS. WHAT ARE YOU MISSING?"
The officer is right. The details don't match up. The flowers. The agitated horse - okay. Well maybe that. But what in Arcaeus' name was that man babbling about?
"Sir." He turns to the dazed Survivalist. "Are you injured in any way?"
He hoped the man was lucid enough to reason with. He did NOT want to spend the next minute in a shouting match with a derelict burn out.
"What happened? What's the glass you mentioned and what's it for? And what was that last part? Something about 'et a' me deyo'?"
"FAILURE... FIASCO... FLOP? NAH."
What the hell are you babbling about?
"FINDING DESCRIPTIVES FOR THIS SITUATION THAT BEGIN WITH THE LETTER 'F'. THERE'S ONE I'D LIKE TO USE, BUT NOT IN POLITE COMPANY." The officer leans back against an invisible wall, arms crossed across his chest as it judges him silently from the back of his head.
Give it a rest.
"YOU'RE NOT THINKING IT THROUGH. DETAILS. WHAT ARE YOU MISSING?"
The officer is right. The details don't match up. The flowers. The agitated horse - okay. Well maybe that. But what in Arcaeus' name was that man babbling about?
"Sir." He turns to the dazed Survivalist. "Are you injured in any way?"
He hoped the man was lucid enough to reason with. He did NOT want to spend the next minute in a shouting match with a derelict burn out.
"What happened? What's the glass you mentioned and what's it for? And what was that last part? Something about 'et a' me deyo'?"
