Conversations That Shouldn’t Have Happened

“What are you doing?”
“Saving your life.”
“Why’s that involve what looks like a bomb?”
“Because if we don’t blow that thing up, the guy’s gonna get it, and once he gets it, he’ll know where you are, then he’ll come and get you, and suck your brains out of your head through your eyes.”
“Can’t we just run?”
“He’ll know where you are.”
“And we can’t fight him?”
“Brain sucking. Eyes.”
“Right. That.”

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About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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