Jeff blinks as the balled up projectile hits him in the face, too shocked by all of this to make any effort to swat it away. Did his Clint Eastwood inspired body double just throw a pair of socks at him? How can a man look just like him, but somehow cooler at the same time?
"Okay, first?" He bends down and snatches up the socks. "I'm keeping these." Like that'll show him. But, hey, socks are important. A necessity. If Jeff's going to be here a while, he's going to need all the pairs he can get.
"Second, I'm not a fucking bodysnatcher! Or a figment! I'm a teacher; I teach at a high school!"
Like that somehow makes him exempt from being some creepy bullshit conjured up by this hell town.
"And if anyone's a manifestation, I clearly dreamed you up after getting high and listening to Call of the West one too many times!"
And even as he says that, he knows it's not true. Jeff's dealt with hallucinations and figments and the like before. This is a person, in the flesh, totally real and ready, willing, and able to throw things at him.
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"Okay, first?" He bends down and snatches up the socks. "I'm keeping these." Like that'll show him. But, hey, socks are important. A necessity. If Jeff's going to be here a while, he's going to need all the pairs he can get.
"Second, I'm not a fucking bodysnatcher! Or a figment! I'm a teacher; I teach at a high school!"
Like that somehow makes him exempt from being some creepy bullshit conjured up by this hell town.
"And if anyone's a manifestation, I clearly dreamed you up after getting high and listening to Call of the West one too many times!"
And even as he says that, he knows it's not true. Jeff's dealt with hallucinations and figments and the like before. This is a person, in the flesh, totally real and ready, willing, and able to throw things at him.