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A scientist. A visionary. The smartest man Fiddleford knew.

Stanford would still be a lot of things if he weren’t a good person, but would any of them really matter? What use was an incredible intellect if it was used to hurt people?

Or if it could be tricked into hurting people?

No, it hadn’t been Stanford’s fault. He had fallen victim to a creature adept in manipulation-- believing in the gilded lies of that demon might have meant Ford was gullible, but it didn’t make him a bad person.

“I couldn’t say, but I don’t have to, Stanford.”

mun talks about the muse. [ x ]

[💎]  — “I’m sorry, what’s going on with the Lysol??”

Excited patters on the wooden floors of the more homey part of the shack could be head as Mabel made her way towards the kitchen. Her already beaming smile growing that much wider at her intended target. Perfect. She makes her way towards her besweatered uncle’s spot at the table covering his eyes with a bout of giggles.

Send me a 🐤 for a Tweet my muse would make about yours.

“I  suppose  it  wouldn’t  be  so  irrational.  However,  I’m  only  curious.  You  seem  so  similar  to  my  Great  Uncle,  but  so  different.  As  I  understand  it,  you’ll  be  here  for  awhile,  right?  We  all  might  as  well  get  along  until  then.”

Laying on the roof of the shack, Rick turned, flask in hand. Drained, surprisingly quickly. He should have grabbed a tequila bottle while he was downstairs.

“You ever gonna let your guard down, Fordsy? Or are you gonna keep -- you gonna continue bein’ a stick in the mud? You -- didn’t you kill him? Dealt with the angry dorito?. Why’re you’re STILL TENSE?”