#ca dash commentary

@baddestdangerboy

“Oi, hurry up. You’re in the way.”

Sanzo wants to raid the fucking bar, get a drink or two, then go shoot holes at the scientists’ shit. And maybe at a scientist or two. 

Sanzo’s honestly not surprised this is the way things have gone. 

For now he just sits down with a cup of tea, cigarettes, and his newspaper in the middle of the chaos.

For once he doesn’t mind the noise.

. . . though that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t occasionally shot at someone to make them shut the hell up.

But even when he glares at people and pulls out his gun, one can see that a corner of his mouth stubbornly quirks back up.

“...Ah, who m’kiddin’. Y’couldn’t miss me! Not even in a crowd of me’s! Ahahaha!”

“Now, I know what y’thinkin’. Dante, my man, y’ve been real quiet lately. Where y’ve been, ol’ buddy, ol’ pal? N’ y’right, I’ve been as quiet as a mouse these days, n’ let’s face it, that just ain’t me — but all y’true believers, y’ Adderal poppin’, 5 hour energy bingin’, graveyard shift grindin’ night owls, y’know I didn’t go nowhere, don’t y’? ‘Course. S’why I love y’. Never stop lookin’ f’that caffeine fix, Joe.”

“Nah, just had t’take it easy f’a bit. Kick back with my bro— hey, shout out to my bro, ‘cause I know you’re up, y’zombie, I swear t’Moses in a manger— n’, y’know, do some soul searchin’. Well, s’much soul searchin y’can do in this hell hole. So, y’know, that kind of thing. S’real snoozefest, trust me.”

“Anyway, ‘nuff ‘bout me. Who cares ‘bout me? I mean, s’not everyday y’get t’see th’world end! S’one night only kind of deal, y’feel me?”

“...A—ahaha, damn, s’pretty dark, huh? I— uh—”

“...Shit. Jesus.”

“...Y’know, I. I gotta be real here. I ain’t sheddin’ one tear f’this fucked up wannabe Thunderdome. Y’wanna know how I feel? Couldn’t have happened to a nicer city. There. That’s how I feel.”

“N’ whatever happens—”

“... N’ whatever happens, happens. I— I ain’t afraid of what’s on th’other side of Carol Ann’s T.V. Never been. Can’t be worse than sittin’ around in this hell hole, that’s f’sure.”

“But man, m’gonna miss y’guys.”

“...B—but, hey, who knows? Maybe it ain’t goodbye. Maybe it’s— just— ‘see y’, Space Cowboy.’”

     “ I don’t see the appeal of a pool party. “