“ Speak of the devil.. Christ. ” He barely noticed his ice cream starting to melt over his fingers. “ It’s like he cruises on in when it’s most inconvenient. Can’t even shit-talk about him. ” He looks over to whatever the youngest Dude was scribbling down, but it was pulled out of his sight.
“ I thought it was all just in your head. ” He looks back over to his more stressed out look-alike. “ We can book it out of here if you want, just say the word.. ”
@postaldudecommittedtaxfraud
"That's not a good way to say hello you know, no wonder why we are all loners."
He takes a long sip from the shake, still at the counter as to not make one of them or all shoot up the place.
"Listen, all of you, I'm just as confused as you are, though maybe a little less."
“Not like we were any wanted company in the first place, no offence guys. We’ve only got each other.”
He basically drank whatever was left of his ice cream, since it had melted. Took a bite out of the cone, as well.
“We’d appreciate being less confused, if there’s something you wanna offer.”
"It all started in... this fellas mind right here"
He points to p2 with the cup in his hand.
"after his "unfortunate firearms incident" and a really fucked up dream it all sort of, well I don't know, it's weird."
"And don't ask me how I can hop through, your minds? I don't know. Anyway, you here about that big bulky guy? Built like a body guard, long hair."
“Dare I ask, what kind of ‘firearms accident’ ?”
He bites his cone again. “ S’that why you were out for a while? Damn.”
“Huh, I haven’t seen a guy like that around. Unless you’re talking about our birthday boy here.” He jokes.
