I'm not boring. [ Much offense. ] I-- you know what, doesn't matter.
[ He paces in front of the board, wishing for his rubber band ball, for something to fiddle with. In lieu of having something to toss in the air, he picks up a pen and starts walking it between his fingers. ]
Why me? [ An ironic little noise. He's been asking himself that question a lot lately. ] There could be a lot of reasons. I'm a multitalented man.
[ He spins the pen into the air and catches it as it comes down. ] Not, however, much good when it comes to muscle. If we were anywhere within my normal experience I would say we make the beginnings of a crew for something less than legal, but like I said--'here there be monsters'. What about you?
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[ He paces in front of the board, wishing for his rubber band ball, for something to fiddle with. In lieu of having something to toss in the air, he picks up a pen and starts walking it between his fingers. ]
Why me? [ An ironic little noise. He's been asking himself that question a lot lately. ] There could be a lot of reasons. I'm a multitalented man.
[ He spins the pen into the air and catches it as it comes down. ] Not, however, much good when it comes to muscle. If we were anywhere within my normal experience I would say we make the beginnings of a crew for something less than legal, but like I said--'here there be monsters'. What about you?